His eyes lingered on her attention to detail, the way she focused so intently on the poultice that she was wrapping them in. She offered sympathy… empathy. He smiled weakly at her, wanting to shake his head lightly but resisting the urge to do so in case it disturbed her work. “Try telling that to Vi… he’s already lost so much, and I fear he’ll never look at me the same and blame me for the fact that Vana is not here right now.” It was a rare moment of vulnerability for him to share but she managed to coax it out of him in a near expert manner.
The assurance that it would dry up made it a little easier to make the promise that he would do his best not to lick it. A few hours was much easier than a whole day of avoiding the spot. If she noticed, he didn’t know that she did which he was grateful for. His ego had been wounded far too much that day… he wasn’t sure if he could take even another scratch to it.
When she stated that she was done, his eyes softened and he nodded, doing his best to not twitch or do anything that might disturb the poultice. “Can you stay for a bit… or do you have to run about doing leader duties or healing things?” He asked, hopeful that she could remain there for a little while longer.
Deep down he knew the truth… if not for her, he never would have returned to the Backwater. He would never admit it out loud, but he knew it to be true… he’d have tried to found his own pack, living life the way he wanted to without having to worry about consulting with his cousin or anyone else in his family… but she had brought him back here… his affection for her had brought him back here.