Kate sat the items on the nightstand by the bed. She layed her down partly on her head and shook her carrot colored head. The mage  grumbled, "How could Malora allowed improper healing. Gad, I get my paw on her, will ring her neck, and scratch her eyes out." The vixen saw James picking at the material. "Would you like a larger night-shirt? There is a larger one in the closet. Papa keeps extra for company." Katie handed him the tiny silver vessel of pink wine."