"If you want Adrian...I can help wash you off later...you smell...of blood..." She whispers softly as her eyes eyes close, her body tensing slightly as Madam Iris returns, hee scent filled with sadness and pity. The feel of another needle at the edge of her skin had a weak whine escape her lips, she didn't want another needle. "No..." Both twins jerk slightly before stilling again, sleep pulling them under once more.

Madam Iris pauses with the needle still in her hand, her eyes narrowing slightly as she glances at the sabertooth next to her patient. [@SomeoneSomewere]