At six months old Zanthea was babbling, crawling, and testing Zarkon's patience constantly. Today she was in the medbay with both of her parents as she today was the day she needed to get three vaccines to protect her from numerous diseases. As soon as she saw the needle in Ulaz's hand, she cowered and grabbed onto her mother's finger and fussed.

"This is the least favorite part of my job..." Ulaz sighed.

"Come on Zanthea calm down for mommy and daddy and you'll be done soon." Elara said soothingly.

Zanthea clung onto her mother and held onto her father's pointer finger. When Ulaz gently pushed the needle in she started wailing, even while it came out. Elara being the sensitive mother she is felt herself tear up.

"Mahr te (damn it).... I didn't want to cry." She sniffled.

She pulled herself together fairly quickly and then the next shot was administered.

"P-Papa!" Zanthea cried out, nuzzling Zarkon's hand.

"I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry..." Zarkon mumbled and hugged his daughter.

"I'll do it for you because I can feel my ovaries bursting!" Elara said before sobbing into his armoured arm.

Ulaz just stated awkwardly.

"Just get them a moment... They're emotional all the time." Zarkon said.

"Very well." Ulaz said.

The last vaccine was even more emotional and the lovely purple furred mother cried so hard she nearly passed out from lack of fluid. Apparently eight months of pregnancy meant nothing to her child, that's not even the problem, the problem was her seeing her baby girl crying in pain made her cry and sob the words 'mommy's sorry.' Yikes...