Bath; check. Food; check. Water; checked and double checked! Soooo; what fun would he get up to with his babeh clabbert today then?!

Hugo Woods stood, hands on hips and rubber gloves on hands, in front of his pet's cage. There was a soft smile on his lips, his face radiating the affection that he felt for the (now rather large) creature. She was just too adorable. "Geoooooorgie?" He cooed happily, crouching down to let her out. He blinked once and then twice as she did not stir. "Gee?" His tone was urgent now; she always came when she was called! AHHH!

Getting down onto hands and knees and reaching into the cage, Hugo retrieved his limp clabbert. She peeked up at him with red eyes and croaked. "Nawww, Georgie baby!" He mumured quietly, stroking her forehead which was hot. "You've got a temperature! Awww, are you ill baby? No worries. Hugie will look after youuu." Settling her down in the soft hay, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a flask of warm milk and honey. He quickly ran over to the shelves and rumaged around, before finding the correct medicine that would make her better.

Returning to Georgie, Hugo mixed the medicine with the scrummy drink and placed it in a bowl. The clabbert lifted her head and lapped it up quickly. In mere minutes, she looked a tad better. "Get some rest," he said softly, petting her gently. "I'll check on you soon, I promise."