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I am going to be vulnerable for a moment. I am about to feel hideous asking what I'm about to ask.

On Sunday, when we realized Saber wasn't doing well, I panicked. I paid upfront for her checkup, and I was - until the moment the vet suggested it wouldn't work - fully prepared to put the rest of my funding into paying for a blood transfusion and whatever else.

At the time, all I could think of was: I want to save this cat.

And now I'm on the other side of this having spent money I didn't have on something that didn't work, and I do not have it left in me right now to be precious about asking what I have to ask.

I am going to link a fundraiser for helping pay for private cremation so we can hold onto a part of her, and to recover some of the costs I put into the vet visit. I am going to ask you look at it. I need you to know before I get any DMs about it that I assure you I am angrier with myself for needing the help than you are annoyed at seeing the post, or thinking I'm being mercenary about this. ]

Simple asks to help bolster ask culture again

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If you could do anything at all today, what would it be?

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dishes or laundry?

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Write, type, or speak?

What do you wish someone would ask you?

A low chuckle stirred in Halsin's chest at her teasing. The sound of his amusement showed how the strain of pain had eased, leaving the severity of battle behind.

"Normally I charge patients extra for a meal, but I think after the day you've had, you should get it for free."

He was awfully comfortable with rooting through her kitchen. Her eyebrows rose. She wasn't sure how she felt about it. Outside of treating their ailments, Niamh didn't have guests. And with the goblins and bandits strengthening their numbers, even less people had come to her home for healing services over the past few months.

She didn't like to admit that she was lonely.

"Don't push yourself too hard. If you start feeling tired you should sit down." She found his pouch among his armor that he'd deposited on the floor. Taking out the lemon and honey, she set them on the counter where he was setting up the ingredients.

It was odd, letting someone take over her kitchen, even if it was temporary. "I can make tea while you cook. I have some freshly baked bread, too, if you'd like some." She moved to this opposite side to pick up her kettle from where it hung over the hearth.

On top of everything else, she was still sternly telling herself do not stare. He was still shirtless. As attractive as he was, Niamh told herself she did have self control, thank you very much, and would not ogle his muscles.

Much.

Only a little.

Just a small peek.

She smiled warmly at him, getting to her feet as she began to put away her supplies. "If she still feels poorly in a couple of days, bring her back to see me. But I think she'll be all right."

She handed him the small bottle of herbal gripe water. "Keep this, just in case in the future you need it again. It'll keep for a few months. Two drops at a time is enough and no more than once a day."

Niamh's head dropped onto Merrill's shoulder, and she stiffened a little, though not because she disliked it. She was not used to people being so comfortable around her. Only Mahariel and Tamlen had ever been close enough with her for a friendly touch. To the others, she was the First—and now she was a blood mage.

After a few moments, she lifted her head upright. She tucked the bread loaf into her satchel, but dug around in the bag until she let out a triumphant "ah hah!" and pulled something else out.