He watched Enna carefully, softly nuzzling her arm in support. His body tensed slightly, even with the knowledge the needle wasn't going to be used on him. He despised needles with a passion, he refused the majority of the time to allow someone to stick a needle in him. He allowed himself to relax after Madam Iris walked away, letting out a small puff of air. 

Seeing her reach out to him, he scooted himself over to her, his body having to be at a slight angle to be able to fit completely, his hind legs an obstacle. He gently draped his paw over her side, the other tucked in against his chest. The smell and stickiness of blood was getting to him now. He licked a bit at the blood that coated his chest, his nose wrinkled. [@Arista]