Meredith coughs weakly and snuggles up to Pip. She feels cold. Big Meredith says, "she got caught in the rain and still has not recovered even though it was 2 weeks ago." Tiny only whimpers, "piiip."
“Oh Meradith. . .” Poor little birb. Pip scooted closer to her, gently petting her hair (though he defiantly didn’t want to touch her usually flaming hot wings) .“I’m so sorry you got sick, peep. . .maybe I can bring you a hot drink, or set up a. . .nice toasty fire for you to sleep next to, peep?” Pip was very much afraid of fire, but if it meant helping his friend feel better, he knew he had to get over it.