[ He waits until she says he can open his eyes to then comply with that command, blinking a few times and stepping awkwardly out of the doorframe to look down at where she's lain the cloth on the ground. Oh for heaven's sake, he's got to perform gymnastics, he's doomed.
The sheet needs to come off, and so he collects it and folds it in a messier fashion than he prefers, letting it drop to the ground as he feels very, very naked in spite of his abundant fur. He won't think about it. Don't think about it! It's like having a sister around (his limited experience is largely with sisters, but they're all younger, and mother as a concept has only meant an absent hole in his younger life, what with his memories fuzzy as they are) helping him out when he's too ill to do everything on his own. It's an annoying thought, but also grounding. Annoyance means while his cheeks are still touched with pink, he's not letting himself worry about it.
Much.
Despite a frown as he contemplates what he needs to do, he accepts the "belt" and with an awkwardness to his manner, very, very carefully slides one back hoof in place, overly delicate as he settles his hoof back on the floor. By now he's at least balancing better on three legs, so he doesn't thump down like he did at some times before she arrived, but it's still notably awkward.
Following her instructions, he pulls on the belt, the fabric bunching and sliding up just as she'd said. He pulls faster than he intended, rucking his fur up over his haunches, and it's a weird enough sensation he gives a full body shudder and grits his teeth. Speaking through clenched teeth and the remnants of his embarrassment that he's trying to banish as much as he can, he asks: ]
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The sheet needs to come off, and so he collects it and folds it in a messier fashion than he prefers, letting it drop to the ground as he feels very, very naked in spite of his abundant fur. He won't think about it. Don't think about it! It's like having a sister around (his limited experience is largely with sisters, but they're all younger, and mother as a concept has only meant an absent hole in his younger life, what with his memories fuzzy as they are) helping him out when he's too ill to do everything on his own. It's an annoying thought, but also grounding. Annoyance means while his cheeks are still touched with pink, he's not letting himself worry about it.
Much.
Despite a frown as he contemplates what he needs to do, he accepts the "belt" and with an awkwardness to his manner, very, very carefully slides one back hoof in place, overly delicate as he settles his hoof back on the floor. By now he's at least balancing better on three legs, so he doesn't thump down like he did at some times before she arrived, but it's still notably awkward.
Following her instructions, he pulls on the belt, the fabric bunching and sliding up just as she'd said. He pulls faster than he intended, rucking his fur up over his haunches, and it's a weird enough sensation he gives a full body shudder and grits his teeth. Speaking through clenched teeth and the remnants of his embarrassment that he's trying to banish as much as he can, he asks: ]
Like that? Now what?