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Clover was so excited for Erika to awake, she tried to stay by her side as much as she could, but the others would often take her back home, wanting Clover to eat proper meals and rest up. She would return in the evening to sleep by Erika's side and wake up beside her every morning, hoping that Erika would be lucid enough to speak to her. It felt like forever before Erika was at last up, the kitten stirring, her ears twitching when a familiar voice reached her ears. "Erika?" Clover asked, rubbing at her tired eyes. She noticed her former master was looking more like herself, grinning from ear to ear. The kitten sat upright, managing to crawl forward and lean into Erika's chest. "Clover is so happy Erika is awake," the kitten purred sleepily, tears springing to her eyes. "Clover was so worried," she nuzzled Erika's chest before falling right back to sleep, the early morning sunshine setting her white hair aglow.
When she awoke a bit later in the morning, Clover looked up at her love, wondering if it was really alright for them to be together. Clover was a cat after all and for the time being, they had no idea if she would eventually turn back into one. The kitten closed her eyes, she shouldn't allow her anxiety to get the best of her, but after having been put through the ringer, the kitten couldn't help it. She leaned up to give Erika a peck on the chin, "Clover missed Erika," the kitten admitted, hoping her beloved could hear her. Her heart hammered in her chest, the door slamming open as the rowdy Khryia came in to visit. "Morning Master!" She beamed, "I brought you some food! Oh and you too Clover!" The dragon snickered, setting down a bag of food she had brought from home beside the tray of hospital food. Maple had been discharged the day prior and was relaxing back at the Spiderweb.
"Rosemary wants me to remind both of you to eat up! She made plenty of yummy food and doesn't want it to go to waste!" Khryia grinned maniaclly, looking like her old, evil self. "And if you don't, I'll spoon feed you until you're begging for mercy." She reached forward, patting both of their head's as though she were the one in charge.