Oct 14, 2016
"You're not dying. Darling isn't dying either. Just water her. Calm down."
“But her leaves are brown.” Libra frets, fingers of one hand ghosting over the wilting leaves even as he reaches for the cup of water he’d nearly dropped with the other. Thankfully, Wolf had been easily fetched, and Libra sagged with relief when after this announcement.
His hands were scraped up pretty badly from a fight, earlier, but it was true. He wasn’t dying, and now he felt really bad for no doubt worrying Wolf. Nothing bad was happening, even if it had felt like the world had ended for just a moment when he’d seen how dead Darling’s leaves looked.
“You’re sure she’s okay?”