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........Years had went by, Ratty had only gotten better at making and

brewing potions, and he had become very good friends with Princess

Thistle while she grew up, especially with her forsaking  most female

companionship. King Botticelli had already given Ratty the speech about

how badly he would skin Ratty, if he found Ratty's hand in Thistle's

"cookie jar" as his king put it. Still, Ratty couldn't help but notice

that his lady was growing and becoming an adult, not that it bothered

him."..Oh Ratty..." She called out.  Ratty had been working away

when his tail jerked.  Her voice sounding like something wonderful. Yet

at this moment in time, he could not find the right poetic wording for

it. "..Your princess, has come a calling.." She spoke through giggles,

as she entered through his laboratory door.  Thistle took notice

 how his lab had changed, since last she saw it. Seeing he had a

breakthrough, and his lack of muse was stirred again.  "...I see someone

was hit with some inspiration....!" She yelled  over unexplained

noises, that echoed through the room.He tried to remained still,

but his tail jerked again and knocked over a beaker.  Spinning around

to clean it up knocked over another beaker, which in turn knocked over

another, the solutions from beakers two and three combining and then

dripping down into the first beaker's solution which resulted in a great

billowing explosion."RATTY!"  She spun towards the sound's

direction. Her body and tail went taught, seeing  him fly past her,

smoking. He was on fire."...Oh..." Cupping her mouth before she quickly

following the smoke across the other side of the lab. "...You better

have not, actually damaged something!...That could be fatal..I would be

crushed..."Ratty pushed himself to his feet right as Thistle ran

in. Seeing her, Ratty shot up and part of his robe stayed on the floor,

exposing his Ratty chest to her "I-I-I'm fine princess!!" ".. She give

him concerned eyes. "Are you sure..?"  Asking as she reached up, to

founded his chest up and down."..Nothing is broken..? Or no internal

bleeding..?"He shook his head while his tail came around him to

wag it nervously, he did this whenever she said or did something that

embarrassed him. As he went by he managed to tie the loose ends of his

torn robes around his shoulder in what resembled a long toga while he

grabbed the various swabs kept for cleaning up large messes, literal

human cotton balls. Working as quickly as he could, he then called a

worker and handed the cotton ball off hot potato style. Once he was gone

Ratty spun back around "So...how are you today princess?" he asked in

his normal awkward Ratyness, at least he was remembering to pause

sometimes, helped the stuttering."Princess...? " She moved after

him. "...You know behind close doors, we have no rules. I am Thistle

your friend..and a princess second...I always tell you this..."  She

gripped one of his hands and dragged him to a chair, and pushed him down

in to it. "Sit, I've got this.."   She left out of a site for a

movement, but returned with clean bandages, and herbal lotions.She

knelt down,  fresh bandages in hand. ' Oh lord forgive me ' , he

thought. All he could think about was that dream he had last night, at

this moment. Where she did the same, only it was her mouth that tended

to his needs, not her hands.Ratty blinked as he watched her 

cleaning and bandaging his wounds. "Thistle.." He sounded out of breath,

started to slightly strutter. " We both kno-no-no-know...if your King

Father saw..saw..this..."  She lifted her head  locking her gaze with

his." A princess shouldn't be.....at my feet, like this. "  She shook

head. "As if I would care? He isn't here, now is he?"  Ratty shrugged.

"...Well...No. But. .."  She sighed, and fastened his bandages tight.

Before lacing her fingers with his, and pulled  his freshly bandaged

hand to her lips."..But,nothing" She whispered these word against his

hand, stealing a kiss upon his knuckles.