"Caitlyn did comment that sometimes in order to get better, one has to get sicker. So he's on the road to being his healthy self. Then again, she could have just been putting on a brave face if I think abou' it." Rose says thoughtfully, shifting just a bit so that he had room to lay there, facing him.
"Such a little kid under all those years ey?" Caitlyn asks softly and carefully extracts herself from his grip as he pulled the covers over his head. She got a towel and headed toward the bathroom.