Red Panda ... barf!

Tails is not feeling well.

She hadn't eaten much all day, and when she finally did eat something it didn't agree with her.  As she was clearly feeling a little off when I put her to bed, I worried about her.
It was justified.  She doesn't usually leave her bed much at night, but tonight she got up to drink a little water and wanted to sit with me for a bit.  As she was clearly not feeling well, I didn't put her back to bed right away, and I'm glad I didn't.  She went to have some more water, and she threw up in the kitchen.

I didn't realize at first, thinking she was just making a bit of noise, but as soon as I realized, I jumped from my seat to go check on her.  When I saw her there, sort of pathetically leaning against something and feeling ashamed about the mess, I just went right over to cuddle her and to let her know it's absolutely all right to feel a little sick.
After having thrown up, she seemed to feel a lot better, and left the kitchen to rest on the couch for a bit.  I cleaned up what little mess there was, and joined her to comfort her an make sure she doesn't worry that I somehow care less about her when she's not feeling well.

In fact, it was the exact opposite.

It felt great to actually, properly take care of her.  I was there for her when she needed me, and she clearly appreciated my presence, even if she seemed a little apprehensive about it when I first came into the kitchen.  Lots of cuddles ensued, and then she trotted off to her bed on her own accord.  As far as I can tell, she is resting comfortably now, but I don't want to disturb her by checking too closely.
Hopefully she'll be right as rain in the morning.