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Nausea? That was it? That was definitely something that Clover could handle. Khyria magicked up a mortar and pastel as well as a pot. The kitten wouldn't need the pot, nausea was a simple fix really. "Clover needs peppermint, lots of it and lavender if Khryia can find it." The kitten unstrapped herself and slid out of the wheelchair and onto the floor, crawling forward in the grass to sit beside Mallier as the others rushed around to gather what they needed. "Mallier will be okay?" The kitten wanted to know in concern, hoping that the human was alright. She wasn't going to lose the baby, right? Clover placed her hand on Mallier's stomach, it was too early to feel any kicking of course, but Clover didn't know that and had always heard that when you touched a pregnant woman's stomach, you could feel the baby inside. "Clover does not feel baby."
Her tail swished as they waited, starting up a small fire to brew the water since Cookie had gone through the effort of going to get it. Once they had the ingredients, they ground them together and added them to the boiling water, then stirred a few times. It was poured into a cup afterwards and handed to Mallier to drink. "Peppermint and lavender tea helps nausea," the kitten explained to the others, who no doubt had no idea why Clover had requested those ingredients other than the fact that they could be used to help Mallier. Once their human was feeling a bit better, they managed to go inside the house to look around. It needed a few repairs and upgrades, a bit outdated. They would also need to put something on the staircase so Clover could go upstairs to the bedroom area. For now, Khryia carried Clover bridal style so that they could see each room.
"This one," it was technically the attic, there were cobwebs and dust mites, but a large open window. Clover felt like a princess in a castle as they entered, the window the only light in the room. It was on the top floor, the third one and looked out over the fields. "Clover wants this room," she decided, but her dreams were quickly crashed to the ground. "Sorry Clover," Mallier said, cheeks slightly red from the combination of tea and the heat. "But it would be
a bit hard to put you in this room." The kitten's ears drooped but she nodded in understanding. "Okay, Clover understands," her tail hung limply, having stopped its excited swishing. "Let's find another room that would suit you better," there were no bedrooms on the first floor, but there was an office, a playroom, a large living room, a dining room, and a kitchen.
On the second floor were plenty of bedrooms and bathrooms, as well as what was more than likely a playroom. The third floor was the attic and in the basement there was also a large window, it had been renovated to be an entertainment space but hadn't been finished yet. "Clover likes the house," she decided. "Clover can't wait to move here."