Prox steps up to the door, carrying a very grumpy Anen with mittens on his hands, along with several shopping bags. "Hey, look, someone left us a present."
Anen remains crankily quiet, not even looking at the packages.
Once inside, Prox unwraps the packages. "Look, she left you a feather! One of her own, even. Isn't that nice of her?"
Anen reaches for the feather, but his mitten prevents him from picking it up. He looks grumpier than ever, and rubs ineffectively at his itchy tummy.
"There's lotion, too. Just what we needed." Prox unloads a shopping bag onto the counter. "Maybe one of these will help out that itchy stuff, huh?"
"Some medicated lotion and salve... "
" ... and a couple of magical potions - maybe the Unicorn Essence will be helpful; unicorns are supposed to have healing powers."
Anen holds out his hands, hoping to have the mittens removed.
"Those can come off when you can stop trying to scratch so much, kiddo," Prox says, and takes Anen and the lotions into the bathroom to apply the stuff, in hopes that it will help.
((Thanks owed to Draconayzia and Torikonero for the lotions, and to Fyrae for the magic potions. ))
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