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"Clover is going to be strong again," she said with a tired smile, allowing Erika to take the handles of her wheelchair and wheel her out out of the room they were using to practice in. Clover was tired, it was true, but she also wanted to make Erika happy. Even if she was exhausted, she could still do her best to fulfill the needs of the girl who loved her so much. "Clover is looking forward," she said, scratching her cheek as her tail swished anxiously. When they reached the room, they settled into bed, Clover laying her head on Erika's shoulder. "Clover likes stories," she smiled, a bit upset that her fatigue was so obvious. Even after the surgery and working so hard, she still felt so tired. At least she was sleeping less and seemed to have more energy, although Mallier and Rosemary had said it would take time to rebuild her stamina. Clover didn't want to wait any longer! She wanted to be better already! She was impatient!
When Erika rose to use the restroom, Clover did her best to wriggle out of her clothes, she had the strength to go for a little bit and if it would make Erika happy than the kitty was more than willing to put up with the symptoms that would plague her afterwards. After the first time they had done such a thing, Maple had been frantic with worry. Clover had slept through the day afterwards and Maple had cornered Erika and interrogated her on what she had done to her sister. The others had known of course, but Maple, without her trusty nose, had been unable to smell the scent of her sister all over Erika. It was embarrassing to say the least and Clover had turned bright red from her cheeks to the tips of her ears upon finding out that Maple had done such a thing.
She didn't understand why Maple was so protective when she herself was more than likely bedding Seraphina. Although to think of her sister as yielding to the unruly pink haired mage was a little bit strange. No doubt Seraphina enjoyed making Maple squirm. Clover sighed, shaking her head. Their family dynamic was so odd and yet, they still managed to all enjoy living together, even if sometimes they were at one another's throats. Still, Clover would miss them when they moved away to their new farm. She was excited to sit in a window under the sun, to smell the grass and trees and once she could, chase the animals.
When Erika returned from her toilet time, Clover rolled over onto her stomach, attempting to look cute in her undergarments for Erika. "Master, Clover was waiting," she said, tail swishing.