Llewellyn watched as she seemed quite content to remain curled up there with Pretzel, and he was rather glad they had invested in a slightly larger dog bed considering the old pillow he used before would have been far too small… It was a sweet image, really, even if it wasn’t quite where he’d hoped to get her settled for the night. Surely the sofa would be better…
If only they’d had their guest room finished, he supposed, he could have at least moved the two in there as well. Something, he supposed, he should have a word with his husband about finishing should this happen again. Really, Llewellyn realized he was going to have to tell Rhy about all of this as well, because it was going to stick in his mind for a while and he needed to talk to someone about it… Especially in the event that this became a more regular occurrence if Luna found her way here when she didn’t want to be alone.
As she mimed drinking, Llewellyn caught on rather quickly. “You would like something to drink instead? Mm… I can probably manage that.” The detective rubbed the side of his face thoughtfully. Not water. She needed something a little more filling. “Would you like some warm soup broth? Or perhaps a glass of warm milk before you try to get some rest?”
Pausing awkwardly, he realized she might not know how to indicate one or the other. Thoughtfully, he continued a moment later. “If you want broth, then hold up your left hand, or the right if you want milk.”
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If only they’d had their guest room finished, he supposed, he could have at least moved the two in there as well. Something, he supposed, he should have a word with his husband about finishing should this happen again. Really, Llewellyn realized he was going to have to tell Rhy about all of this as well, because it was going to stick in his mind for a while and he needed to talk to someone about it… Especially in the event that this became a more regular occurrence if Luna found her way here when she didn’t want to be alone.
As she mimed drinking, Llewellyn caught on rather quickly. “You would like something to drink instead? Mm… I can probably manage that.” The detective rubbed the side of his face thoughtfully. Not water. She needed something a little more filling. “Would you like some warm soup broth? Or perhaps a glass of warm milk before you try to get some rest?”
Pausing awkwardly, he realized she might not know how to indicate one or the other. Thoughtfully, he continued a moment later. “If you want broth, then hold up your left hand, or the right if you want milk.”