Aisling

She comes back and forth from a room back to you, determinedly carrying her “materials” into a pile. When she feels satisfied, she finally settles down and smiles at you. You feel your heart do a little flip and then settle down into melting from the sheer force of Adorable from her smile. “Now, Mr. Prickle, the nurse will a-dress the wound!” The little snapper takes out a clean, healing rag, and grabbed a big gloop of ointment. “You have to tell me if you get ouchies!” she says, looking at you almost severely, and when you nod, she carefully dabs at your small scratch, determined to be “good at doctoring!”