Third persons POV
"Do you think he'll be okay?" She dropped the clothes she was holding on the bed before turning to look at her mate who had just walked out of the bathroom looking all wet like he had just finished taking his birth.
"It might be hard on him for a while, but I'm sure he'd be fine," he assured her with a hug from behind.
"Ewe, get your wet body away from me!" She shrieked trying to wriggle away from her mate, who only held her when tighter.
"This body is all you ever wanted last night tho," he said in a husky voice slowly into her ears and then blew a small breeze for emphasis because he knew how much that was going to make her blush and it did because she turned crimson at his words.
Although she was worried about her brother, she knew she couldn't do anything for him, and even though he kept telling her he was fine she knew he was nothing close to fine.
