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Mercy sniffed at the bottle, all while her ears twitched and flinched. Her curiosity was piqued, as evidenced by the rising intensity in her eyes. She didn't appear to notice Robin coming closer.

She's doing good.

I moved closer still, but left a little distance, and re-corked the bottle with the scent - only to offer her the one that made noise, far enough away that she would need to move to take it from it. I hoped she could figure out how to move on three legs.

Mercy stuck her neck out until she couldnt stick it out any further. Then her head bobbed and swayed. She watched Robin re-cork the smelling bottle with cautious interest. Then her eyes flashed between the noisy bottle and Robin's face.

I put the smelling bottle away in the bag still on my shoulder. Then sat the warbling bottle down on the grass between us.

While I had her attention, I whined subtly - a friendly sound, and lowered my head, swishing my tail.

Mercy took the encouragement. Her face softened and she fell forward slightly as she untangled her arms. Her tail hit the ground again. One ear turned back. She looked behind her. Then she looked forward again and pushed herself forward onto her hands. She stretched out, laying herself on the ground so she could touch the bottle with her nose. Her tail flapped up and down briefly. Then she lay her head on the ground. Looking at the moonlight on the bottle, she seemed to look very sad.

I lowered my body and mimicked her posture, inching closer in a belly crawl.

”Mer. Cyy.”

I whined out, something between animal and human.

Mercy looked from the bottle to Robin's amber eyes. The tears that swirled in Mercy's gaze dissipated. She breathed a warm breath onto Robin's nose. Her tail wagged behind her ears.

Inhaling her breath and sighing in return, I licked at the air in front of her nose and kept my tail steady in response.

Good job Mercy. Good job.

Now I came up at her side and turned around, leaning my side against hers, urging her to stand. I was against the side with the missing leg. But on three, it would be much easier for her to walk.

Immediately in response to feeling Robin's body against hers, Mercy leaned into her side and pressed her head into Robin's arms.

Oh, sweet Mercy.

I pulled her into my arms and rested my head lightly on top of hers, so she could listen to the thrum of my heart and my breathing. Little else, I hoped, would disturb her. Meanwhile I would listen and be mindful of our surroundings.

We’d stay this way as long as she needed.

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