WE COULDVE DIED • p, firefly

Having known the great lengths of illness she faced, Corrupttimelines found himself comforting the luminary more and more often. There was no official mender, so Cory had taken the liberty of using his medical knowledge to help Firefly directly. Her condition was outright terrible, and someone needed to help her before it was too late. He could tell she was very out of it, and likely wouldn’t be able to tell him too much. Yet, he felt drawn to her. He had to try something, and fast.

Trudging into her resting place, the domestic feline offered a soft smile. “How are you feeling today, Firefly?” he inquired, offering burnet for her to eat. It should help get her strength back, considering how weakened she was from the illness.

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