With Pookie now awake next to him, all the snuggling caused an ache in his groin. The fur against his body stimulated him more than he expected and he squirmed, pressing his hips into the wounded bear's side, chuckling at what he considered a lack of control.  Just as he was about to make light of his 'dilemma' a soft rap on the door interrupted.<br/><br/>"My Lady, Queen Vanderly, are you awake?  Young Mel says the bear has come to.  Are you in need of anything?  Shall I examine him?"<br/><br/>Vanderly buried his face into Pookies fur and groaned. "They don't take anything I say seriously. Honestly didn't I just say I'd summon him when needed?" he mumbled but spoke  louder for the healer beyond the door.  "It is early yet. He is well, come back at the noon meal."<br/><br/>"As you wish."