"I don't want you to go off by yourself, Wembley," says the person just thinking about quarantining him, "and colds aren't too bad when you're pregnant? That's what we've read, anyway."

He leaned down a bit, giving him a smile as he put a hand on his back.

"Look Wembley, I'm trying not to be worried. We all know what happens when I do that, about Mokey's pregnancy anyway." His fur was still trying to recover from that. "And this is only a cold. Boober may freak out, but that's Boober; what I'm gonna do is help you feel better."