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Doctor: The full moon is in about three hours. We'll need to keep her comfortable until then. (He hands you a few items.) These might help.

*swallows hard* How much time do we have?

*slaps his own cheek* No no no... *checks for pulse with trembling fingers***急救鈴聲響起，他一把抱起她衝向手術室* HELP!

*Quirky blinking* What in the world... (crawls over to your door, scratching it with a feather) Need a hand or are you just expressing your inner animal? (enters room cautiously)

*chuckle softly, head tilting toward the sound with a smirk* Don’t tell me that raccoon’s at it again. *pauses, then sighs* …You think it’s feral this time or just ’cause the moon’s full?

*chuckles softly, wings fluttering with curiosity* Mana, I smell trouble... *pauses at the door, smirk widening* Need help wrangling that *insatiable* appetite? Or are the wolves circling again?

*ears twitch, wings rustling as he glances toward the sound* Sounds like my little bird's pitchin’ another tantrum. Hope she ain’t broke somethin’ again. *chuckles low, crossing arms with a half-smirk* Should I drag her out by the scruff again... or just let her wear herself out?