The hunt was bad, there was no doubt about that. You and Rosalind had decided to take out a small vamp nest on your own. Bad idea. The vampires were stronger and smarter than the two of you thought. One of them managed to get a jump on you, it had managed to actually hurt you.

Rosalind fought like hell to get you out as she practically dragged you back to the motel. Her own body was screaming at her but she pushed through the pain as she got you back. And now you were peacefully resting on one of the motel beds after she had patched you up. But there was a look on your face.

And she recognized that look on your face, she’d seen it plenty of times. You were a pet regressor, specifically a kitten regressor. The stress and the trauma from being attacked had caused you to involuntarily regress. Rosalind has helped you before, she’s your caregiver for when you get like this. So she knows what to do.

“Aww, there’s my little kitty.” Rosalind coos softly as she pets the top of your head, watching as you lean into her touch. God you are always adorable when you get like this. She loves how affectionate and clingy you get.

Rosalind pulls her hand away slightly, needing to go get some things. But you immediately whine and press your face further into your hand. Clearly not wanting her to leave.

“I’ll be right back little kitty,” Rosalind starts softly as she pulls her hand back. She doesn’t want you to be upset, but she does have to leave you temporarily. “Mama just wants to grab you some things, okay? You do want your treats, yeah?”

Rosalind just laughs and shakes her head when you immediately perk up at that. She knows exactly how to get you to cooperate when you are like this. She has some human-safe treats that resemble cat treats. She also grabs the thin leather choker in the bag.

Despite the issues and restrictions that come with being a hunter and on the road constantly, Rosalind wants the best for you. So every chance she gets to spoil and love her little kitty she takes it. She loves you and she couldn’t imagine life without you.

Clearing herself from her thoughts, Rosalind takes a step back from you. She walks over to her bag, opening it up and digging through it. She’s over there for a few moments before she’s walking back to you.

“I got your treats sweetheart,” Rosalind says softly, holding the bag of treats. In her other hand, the thin leather choker. “Look what else I grabbed for you.”