You Have Us... Always.

Brynn was attached to the rabbit.

Not intentionally, of course, but attached nonetheless.

She watched attentively as Brayden checked the bandaged area on the rabbit's little leg. It was one of the first things she'd asked him to do after he'd woken up, knees cracking and neck clicking as he rose from the couch, the second one to do so out of all her brothers.

She hadn't slept all night, continually trekking back and forth from the med room to the kitchen with various different fruits and vegetables for the rabbit to try.

"Is it getting any better?" she asked, moving the bowl of untouched water closer to the animal's face.

Brayden's eyes softened as he looked up from the bandage, "I'm not a vet, sweetheart, I can't tell whether or not there are any major problems. I only know that nothing is broken."

Brynn deflated a little, tapping her fingers on the table apprehensively and frowning down at the still rabbit. She could hear his teeth grinding together.

It was quiet for a moment before Brayden shifted. "Perhaps..." he started, sounding unsure.

Brynn looked up, hopeful, at where he stood. Brayden was still in Christmas pyjamas, as it was only early morning, and for once, his hair was unkempt. He looked to be contending with his own thoughts.

"...we could have him looked at by a professional," he finished.

"A vet?" she asked, hopefully.

The tapping of her fingers halted, then twitched at the unexpected nose nudging into them. She looked down at the rabbit, trying not too smile too much, and brought up a finger to run down the bridge of his nose.

Brayden watched the action, so she fought harder to look neutral. She didn't know how her brothers were able to do it. It was quite strenuous.

She frowned a little, watching as the rabbit chewed a cucumber slice, remembering, "it's the twenty-sixth of December, isn't everywhere closed today?"

It almost sounded like Brayden laughed, but when Brynn looked up from her petting of the rabbit, she watched him take a paper towel from a dispenser on the wall, expression now schooled into one of neutrality that Brynn tried to replicate. "I'm sure we will find somewhere that is open."

Brynn hoped so. Zayne said she couldn't keep him, but she wanted to make sure the bunny was okay before she had to let him go.

Brayden cleaned up the mess the rabbit had made at the corner of the table, throwing the paper towel into the bin and moving over to the sink to wash his hands. He angled his head towards Brynn.

"Why don't you go get ready, sweetheart? We will go now," he said.

Brynn nodded, eager to make sure the rabbit was well as soon as possible. She gave aforementioned rabbit one last stroke, then rushed off upstairs, careful to avoid slipping in her fluffy socks.

She made it through the hardwood corridors upstairs with little to no close calls in slipping, skidding to a stop as she passed Zayne's office.

The double doors were wide open, which was unusual. Zayne didn't leave his office doors open. Ever.

She peered in, seeing Zayne sitting behind his desk, focused on some sheets of paper laid out in front of him.

Brynn tried to keep her face neutral. He wasn't in sleep clothes anymore, but not as fully dressed up in a suit as usual. He had a button-up shirt on, but no tie or blazer.

Brynn watched, uncertain. She stepped on her left foot with her right foot, clasping her hands behind her back. Her eyes trailed across the office, half-expecting Callan to be nearby, sat going through his own pile of papers, much like Zayne.