It took her several tries and a lot of begging, but she finally managed to get him upstairs into the bed where he could rest. By the time that Fyn was settled in with his leg propped up, Burger was back inside and asking about food. Rowan almost panicked until she remembered the burgers in the car downstairs.
-Watch him, please- she asked Burger. -He should not be getting up on his own-
Burger hopped onto the bed and stared at Fyn until the poor man shifted uncomfortably under the dog's unblinking gaze.
“What's he doing?" Fyn questioned.
“Keeping an eye on you," Rowan threw over her shoulder as she left the room.
Rowan noticed that Fyn hadn't moved an inch when she returned with the food.
-Good boy- Rowan told her dog as she patted him on the head.
She set the food down and handed
