Tarrok had already gotten a bucket by the time he'd seen the symptoms. Aiko wasn't the only one who kept an eye on them. Held his tiny body, supported it as it vented everything in his stomach. Tried not to look as worried as he felt.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"You okay?"</span>He checked in, patting his son on the head. Once he was certain the boy was done, he went to the bathroom. They had gotten a good medicine cabinet just for incidents like this. When he came back, he had a glass of water and something for his head. Offered it to Daikon, rubbed his back soothingly.<br/><br/>Sage, meanwhile, was right in the worst place to be right now. From how she was shying away in her spot, she knew it too. Aiko was the nice parent, the one with smiles and cuddles. When she got mad, it was far more serious than if dad was upset.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Well, uh, I saw this big old tree growing at the end of the field, right? Looked heavy and all, so I wanted to find out if I could lift it! Then I did, and I got really hype about it."</span>Sages tail curled around her ankle, a submissive gesture.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"I didn't want to hurt him, I just... liked being strong?"</span>