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Next time, Erika promised, "Clover will try to be better," she whispered, trying for a smile. "Clover will listen more," she tried to promise, feeling sleepy from the effort of talking. Clover had no memory of not recalling Erika's advances, although she could remember that Erika had wanted to go away every chance she ha when they were living in that mansion in the forest. Clover had wanted Erika to stay, despite Erika insisting that she should go far away and never come back. Had the kitten perhaps been hinting that entire time about Erika's presence? Or maybe the two of them were equally to blame for their neglect over one another? "Clover will stay-will stay by Erika's side." It wasn't like she could go anywhere else anyways, not on her own. Erika helped her back into bed, leaving after that. Clover sank back into the mass of fluffy pillows, falling back to sleep easily.
The next day, Maple came in bright and early to wake Clover up. She wasn't going to let her sister waste away like this, not if she could help it. She knew Erika wasn't going to be of much help, she wouldn't even comfort poor Khryia, who Maple had walked in on trying to cut off her scales. In alarm, the kitten had dragged the dragon to Rosemary to treat her wounds, both scolding the dragon for being so reckless. "Your smell is what makes you, you. Sometimes smells are good, sometimes they're bad, but they help us identify people." Maple explained, "Clover is just more sensitive to smells is all." Maple handed Khryia a bottle of essential oils with a little spray top. "Use some of this every morning and it should help. You should have just reached out instead of resorting to such drastic methods." Maple said kindly, realizing something odd. Khyria's smell must have been very strong, for even Maple had gotten a whiff of it.
"Up, up, up!" Maple sang, throwing open the curtains and opening up the windows. She helped Clover to the bathroom and got her dressed in something cute. Clover picked up a pair of scissors from the dresser when Maple had turned around and gathered a handful of hair in her fist, slicing through one of her twin tails. "What are you doing?!" Maple asked in alarm, grabbing the scissors. "Clover is cutting hair," she replied. "But your fur was so beautiful," Maple frowned mournfully. She had no choice now but to even it out, trimming Clover's hair to shoulder length. "Too heavy," Clover shook her head, ears twitching. "Okay, but next time, tell me instead of just slicing it on your own. You could have hurt yourself! Look, your hands are shaking so badly!"
She placed Clover on the windowsill and made sure she ate a few bites of oatmeal and took her heart medicine before going to her lessons with Mallier. Clover was drifting off when something slithered underneath the door, a familiar dark tentacle. The kitten rubbed her eyes as the tentacle began to spoke. "Erika is speaking?" Clover asked with a faint smile. "Clover is happy to hear Master's voice again." She said out of habit. Clover nodded, she was the last alchemist, she had to do something about it.