At least he wasn’t mad at her. She’d been a little nervous to approach him after the woodchuck incident—especially after the nurse had told her what had happened in the bathroom—but he hadn’t shied away from her good-night nuzzle. She yawned deeply. The day had been stressful, and coupled with the lack of sleep she’d had the night before, she was ready for bed. Maybe she could convince Bon Bon to—