Freminet was often a clumsy person because of his anxiety. His hands and legs would feel shaky and he would drop things or trip. It wasnt uncommon to see him with some sort of bandaid on his body.

Today was no exception. Freminet was trying to catch up with you as you excitedly ran around and he tripped. He scraped his knees pretty good and was tearing up slightly. He tried to seem like he was fine, wanting to put on a brave face for you, but you insisted otherwise.

A small game of doctor started as you got Freminet to sit down. You pulled out a box of cutely decorated bandaids from your bag and started to put some all over Freminets scrapes. He smiled as he watched you work, gently running a hand through your hair.

"Thank you, my little nestling. Youre a very good doctor."