Exton

Twillon wakes to the sound of crying. He reaches a finger out to stroke Weebit. Startled, he opens his eyes. Long curls, tousled and damp, tumble across shaking shoulders A mottled tattoo discolors the small body sharing his bed. Tork hovers over them, making distressed sounds.

The sobs are shallow, cut off by the gasps of pain. He carefully touches the back. She shudders, biting back a gasp of pain.

"Weebit... Honey Girl..." He strokes her hair. "Go small... go back if this hurts too much."

Her words are broken, sniffles punctuating every breath. "I took... I took the... stuff. No... pain. I thought... why... why not... no pain..." She  gasps as she tries to turn. "Sooo much now..."

Twillon carefully pulls her closer, helping her turn. His hands rub along her arms. "Sweetheart... Your body has more mass now. It would need more painkiller. You passed out last time you tried this. Why didn't you wake me?"

She rests her forehead against his chest, careful of her antennae. "I wanted, wanted to... surprise you... kiss you awake..."

Stroking her hair, Twillon kisses the top of her head. "Go small, Honey Girl, go back to your normal size. I love that you would do this for me, but the pain is too great. Go small, sweetheart..."

There is a shimmer, a sparkle, as warmth spreads where she curls against him. moments later his hands gently cradle her small form on his chest. Her wings droop in despair and he strokes her hair with a fingertip. Tork lands on the pillow and crawls closer.

"Do you want to see the healers, Weebit? Whatever you want, tell me. We will go back to Court if that is what you want."

He lies still, stroking lightly along her body until she relaxes. When he feels her drift into sleep, he closes his eyes. So her wings become tattoos when she grows, maybe that will make her treatments different. If Keon doesn't mind, he is going to take some time off.