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Clover did not enjoy the bath, even if it was Erika who had done the scrubbing. The kitten lay in bed with Erika beside her, arms wrapped around her protectively. The kitten shook her head, it had been a while since she had last had a bath and tomorrow was a special occasion. "Erika should not apologize," Clover replied, leaning her head against Erika's chest. The feel of her heart beat made her ears twitch, the sound comforting. "Clover does not know if Mallier can help, Clover is scared to hope." She had been let down so many times that Clover wasn't sure if she should hope that her body would ever get better. There were things they could do, Rosemary had explained. Clover could use oxygen to help make her less sleepy and stop the coughing, for example.
While Mallier wanted to add an extension to Clover's tail, Rosemary thought it be best if they address other issues, such as the nearly none functioning kidney and liver and the thinning in the arterial wall. To help this, they would need to implant a device to coax the organs into functioning, something to provide a stimulation of sorts. It wouldn't bring Clover back up to a hundred percent, but that, combined with some muscular training to help improve muscle tone and oxygen intake would at least give her more energy and perhaps with some desensitization, less pain. "Clover wants Erika to be better too," she whispered, turning away to cough. Her tail swished occasionally, the two of them sitting in silence for a bit until Erika pressed her hand against the empty mana stone, which was now clear rather than black as night or blue as the sky.
"Mana?" Clover inquired, knowing that it could potentially hurt Erika. The kitten shook her head, "No, Clover will not use if it will hurt Erika," her ears twitched worriedly. "Clover has Maple as arms and legs," her sister didn't mind carrying her around and caring for her, no, Maple preferred it. Since she no longer had Estelle to serve, Maple wanted to be with her sister as much as she could, afraid that Erika would one day take Clover away from her. Maple wasn't stupid, she knew that the two of them were in love, even if before they had tried to deny it. Clover felt sleepy once more, her eyes beginning to close. She curled up as much as she could against Erika, drawing in her warmth since the kitten was always so cold.
When morning came, a terrible smell assaulted her nose. It was as though someone had dumped an entire bottle of perfume on themselves. The kitten rubbed her eyes, propping herself up on a pillow. Khyria and Erika were standing in the doorway, Khryia looking upset about something. Maple had come by with their dresses for the wedding, wanting all of the girls to get ready together and to spoil Mallier. She wrinkled her nose, hanging the dresses up when she realized what the silly dragon had done. "You're only supposed to spray a little bit, not the whole bottle." It looked as though Khryia was going to need a bath if she wanted to be presentable for the wedding.