She sighed. “Fleas. The usual back of the neck applications aren’t strong enough. It’s not even that complicated, I just can’t hold on to him /and/ force him to take the pill. I don’t have enough hands!”
“He’s miserable. They’re building skyscrapers in his fur.” She checked the link to Helios: puddled in his carrying cage, plenty cool but unhappy anyways.
“I could give you a hand,” Isaac replied, taking a step closer. “Or two, unless you want to wait for Scott.”
“Well, I — um. You’re liable to get scratched, or at least pitifuled at. If you don’t mind … I thought Scott would be here.” It would be good to get it out of the way; that was the point of coming here. Helios normally liked taking drives just fine. He was only unhappy because of the medical stuff. “I don’t want to impose.”