Not feeling to well, momma had slid down one of the halls, disappearing into a large room. A rumble sounding. Coiling up upon a rug, ice blue eyes closed as momma fell into a healing torpor.

::Hearing of Icer's illness, Andu would do his Uncle duties in his usual style. Stopping by the lair to drop of a small "train" car loaded with various outdoor toys and hatchling sized (and shaped) garden tools. Rakes and hoes they could slip their talons into to be more effective at removing the winter debries from the gardens. Balls and discs made to stand up to even tehir attention, and big and irregularly shaped for hatchlings to easily handle in their play.::

*Day in and day out, Aurthur would put a bit of food and water in with his mate in the morning, the afternoon, and before he went to bed at night. He didn't go anywhere else. His place was in the lair, with his mate and children. Only when his beloved was well again would he journey from the lair.*

*His mate awakened at the one time Aurthur wasn't sleeping outside the door. He had made lunch, and was doing his rounds, checking in on the children, some of whom were also ill from the late chill that had come on after the warmer weather.*