Xan was reluctant but tried to brush her overwhelming desire to baby him aside. "If you're sure." she uttered as she turned her hand in his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.<br/><br/>"So." she smiled, "Would you like me to wash you?" her ears perked up a bit as she smiled softly. Not knowing how hurt he actually was she refrained from embracing him just now. "You can tell me about your day, and after we can cuddle and have some marshmallows."<br/><br/>Marshmallows. They were the only real junk food Xan ever ate. And after a particularly irregular day she had made a habit of cuddling up with Charlie and eating their fill, typically watching a movie or playing games as they did so. As the young fox had matured he surely had caught on that the movies and games were only meant to serve as distractions. Often because she had no milk to give, though it wasn't always the case.