Mommy was not happy at all. The worry for her eldest was plastered across her face as she made sure he took what his father gave him. The boy did so slowly, shaking as he did so. It wasn't the first time he had a concussion and the way Sage was at times, Aiko was sure it wasn't the last. That didn't make her any less angry. Those brown eyes bore into her daughter. She could see the guilt, the way her tail moved. The feline sighed.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"Next time you have the need to hit someone with a large object, use your father's head instead of your brother's. He can take it, okay?"</span><br/><br/>Yup, she submitted rather easily to her youngest. Aiko pulled her into a hug, planting a soft kiss on the crown of her head. Her eyes darted over to Tarrok. Dinner was going to certainly be interesting tonight. Probably have Daikon near her all night.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"Get cleaned up. Dinner is ready,"</span>she said, turning Sage and patting her butt towards the bathroom. Her attention turned back to her son.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"Do you think you can eat, Daikon?"</span><br/><br/>The boy nodded his head. After throwing up, he was starving. At least he felt a bit better now. He looked to his father before shakily standing.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"She didn't do it on purpose..."</span><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"Not the point. We don't hurt each other. Go get cleaned up."</span>