Pack Hierarchy
"Hi," I said awkwardly, as I was greeted by Flora and Aster's wet shiny eyes. In the vast expanse of the white bedsheets, Atlas seemed too small and breakable.
A sense of foreboding crept up upon me; did something go awry in the rescue?
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
After all, Arthur must have called me to come over for some reason or another.
"I just felt the need to thank you in person. If you weren't there…" Arthur sucked in a breath and quickly shook his head, as though by doing so he could banish the horrifying thought of his son's death. "No, no, you've already done so much for us."
"There's no need for such effusive thanks," I said, a tad bit self-conscious. "Saving him was the right thing to do." Even if I was in for a world of scolding after. "I hope Atlas makes a full recovery. Do you need anything else from me?"
Whether I could deliver upon it was another story, but it wouldn't hurt to ask.