The frown on his features only grew at the mention of it taking until Summer to heal fully. He didn’t want that to happen… he could be a good patient. He would be patient, and careful, and he would follow her orders. He supposed he also really didn’t have much of a choice in that matter either. “Understood. I promise I’ll be careful.” While normally he might have some sharp or sarcastic retort for her, he could prioritize his own health enough to know that it would get him nowhere.
He frowned at the mention of an illness on top of things. He even went as far as to let out a soft whine. “Okay, I will.” He promised again, perhaps even hints of dread in his voice that time around. That would be his luck, is for a turtle to not only break his paw but also get him quite ill. Still, the fact that Clover didn’t know worried him. If she didn’t know, when who would know? That dread formed in his stomach. “Thank you, Clover.” The words were sincere as he tahnked her for her help. He would have to be careful.