Pretzel didn’t seem to mind at all, shifting enough to rest his head on Rhy’s arm and letting out a little comfortable sigh. Until the fear and tension in his person’s energy passed, he would remain quite cozy where he was. Llewellyn would say the dog was trying to help in his own way… Doctor Ogden in his world had been right. Animals were quite therapeutic and beneficial to their families, beyond the more traditional creature kept for certain jobs.

Llewellyn was glad they had a plan, that he could at least assure his husband that they would figure out how to proceed and make things work. Though he can still hear the distress in his beloved’s voice, and gives the other a small kiss to the cheek.

Then I will focus on that and on you, my love. How about I make you a tea to replace the one that was spilled? I believe we have some of that nice lavender tea you like in the cupboard, and I got some honey from the market this morning.

He offered, wanting more than anything to do what little things he could. Llewellyn remembered even during their earliest days that when Rhy was stressed and upset that he had made that particular tea in place of reaching for alcohol sometimes. It was the oddest thing for him to remember, perhaps, but sometimes his mind worked that way. If something seemed important to someone he cared about, then he made a note of it until it was committed to memory.