"I used to have dignity," Bunny snarked back to Jack. "Then you showed up."
But all snark aside, this . . . was touching. He could, in theory, have been recuperating alone in the warren, and that would have had its own upsides. Grass to lie on, the sound of spring in his ears, and his dignity intact.
On the other hand, it also would have meant a long, long recovery, with no one to help him recover. And he had already done that, many times before, for many centuries in the past. He wasn't used to being carried around when he was six feet tall, but he couldn't complain about it. Molly's unabashed sweetness was a rarity. When she buried her face in his fur, he patted her hair gently. He'd protected her, but scared her in the process. The hitch in his breath was slight, but there.
The yetis lead her to a yet-unoccupied room, with a neatly turned-down bed that looked far too soft for his liking. He eyed it without complaint, glancing around the room for a corner to curl up in instead.
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But all snark aside, this . . . was touching. He could, in theory, have been recuperating alone in the warren, and that would have had its own upsides. Grass to lie on, the sound of spring in his ears, and his dignity intact.
On the other hand, it also would have meant a long, long recovery, with no one to help him recover. And he had already done that, many times before, for many centuries in the past. He wasn't used to being carried around when he was six feet tall, but he couldn't complain about it. Molly's unabashed sweetness was a rarity. When she buried her face in his fur, he patted her hair gently. He'd protected her, but scared her in the process. The hitch in his breath was slight, but there.
The yetis lead her to a yet-unoccupied room, with a neatly turned-down bed that looked far too soft for his liking. He eyed it without complaint, glancing around the room for a corner to curl up in instead.