...A-am I–...? O-oh, uhhhhm... yes, u-undoubtedly, I am–... hhhhhhhhh... fine, yes...
(Painful wheeze.)
...I-I think... I-I might be... nearing my– m-my ascension, soon...? A-and... hhhhhh... per-perhaps this takes a toll o-on my physical form, but...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...Still, it cannot be good for your skin or feathers. Let us clean you up, hm?
(Smiles sweetly at him and slowly starts to wipe him off with the washcloth, being very slow and ginger so she doesn't accidentally hurt him.)
...I-it... hurts... but that... hhhhhhh... th-that is part of it, yes...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019(Wipey wipe wipe, soft humming. Her hands' skin, when it happens to brush against Cloud's, is very soft and velvety, and maybe a liiiiiittle cold and clammy.)
How did this happen, darling? Were you rough-housing, as I believe the expression goes in this often confusing but nonetheless fascinating language we presently speak?
...Y—... W-well... Uhhhhm... I-I was hurt... l-long ago...
(Fidgets weakly.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

"Are you okay?"