[Lup can't wait for her eye caps to fall off either, but that's mostly because there's so much hot horse in front of her that she'd like to be able to see.

But as incredible as Barry's hands are, the heat lamp and a nap sounds incredible after a long night of discomfort, of barely being able to close her eyes without some part of her tail needing a scratch. And hopefully once she's settled, Barry will be able to rest his eyes with her. Lup knows he's barely been sleeping, half out of his own nervousness over her shed and half out of Lup just not settling into bed properly all night, her tail flopping this way and that, always in motion, shifting the mattress under her all night long.

And yet he's still right here, rubbing away at her bristling, but soft scales, never complaining. She loves him so damn much.]

Only if you promise to keep rubbing me down once all the old ladies are settled. Dunno if I could nap without your healin' hands on me.