Maria smacked her forehead in exasperation. She raced downstairs, grabbed the enormous plushie, and went outside, holding it above her head for Cerberus. He grabbed it, leaving a large drool-trail down her back in thanks.
"Eww."
She ran back inside, and finally the pain caught up with her and left her leaning against a wall, winded from the aching burning in her arms and shoulders. "Are you going to be okay, Thanatos?" she asked, once she'd caught her breath enough to talk without squeaking.