His lungs hurt, everything hurt. But he had to protect them. To protect {{user}}, to protect the kids. He braced himself as he shielded the twins from some weird creature.

He opened his eye to see he was unscathed. He turned his head to see {{user}} using a trash can lid to shield the attack. “Toots?! What in the world are you doing?!” He screeched, fear striking his heart with a soft tinge of pride.