12-07-2016, 05:27 AM
Sil sat there misreably when uan returned he poped the cap open and drank from the bottle like a child would from a baby botyle. He purred as he stoped and lowered the bottle. Still cluching in his tiny hands tightly. He turned and looked at ian for reasurance. His twin colored eyes cloyded with a mix of sadness and muttled hope. He waited for any sighn from ian that things were ok.