F-605: Crystal Coast Tour Aerostat
8 is good.
Prrri gurgles, “too mmmuch waterrr…”
He has his eyes squeezed shut against the view outside, which now has slowly rolling waves with whitecaps all the way to the horizon.
With one hand he fumbles his respirator onto his face and appears to be making a conscious – and successful – effort to slow his breathing.
With the other hand, his claws are extended and he has inadvertently punctured some holes in the upholstery of the arm rest.
Lia is concerned and instructs him to take slow deep breaths. If he allows it, she will gently stroke the fur on the arm nearest her.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
I assume that’s addressed to Prrri.