Aiko began to put food on plates. She loaded up Tarrok's with as much meat as she could. Slightly smaller portions to her two children while taking a small piece of chicken for herself. She still ate very little, but it was just enough. Potatoes in bowels, Aiko sat down between her two children. Her tail flicked behind her in her worry. She knew that Daikon would be okay. He was always okay, able to bounce back from almost anything.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"Sage, if you want more, just ask. I made a little extra just in case."</span>Always the mommy as she began to eat her potatoes.<br/><br/>Daikon plopped down, looking slightly better. His head was still killing him. He'd live though. The food smelled delicious and he couldn't wait to scarf it down. Though, he was moving a bit slower at the moment than normal. A small noise of frustration as his mother began to cut up his meat for him.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"I could have gotten it..."</span><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"Don't argue. Eat. More if you want it. Just ask."</span><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"Smells good, mom,"</span>he replied before chucking a small potato at his sister.