Phoenix Maplewood What Are You Doing?

Grace pulled out another thorn, though she kept searching thoroughly. The more she was around Esaro, the more at ease she became even if she didn't yet notice. It seemed easy to be around the quiet male, and it was nice to feel something other than anxiety. However, having lowered her guard a bit, she heard her own silky voice respond to him without her even thinking.
        "I can clean them for you, if you need help."
The russet she-wolf offered lightly, not even thinking before she spoke. At first, she wasn't so sure about her subconscious decision. Was she willing to purposefully meet with Esaro daily, to clean the wounds on his hindquarters? Sure, it would only be a week or less, but still. After all, she was training to be a medic right? Plus, this would be good for Grace. They were sure to form a bond at this point, and the faded black yearling wasn't sure how she felt about that. Shaking herself from her thoughts, she realized Esaro was wagging his tail, obviously enjoying himself. It confused her for a moment before realizing her own tail was doing the same, betraying her contentedness. That was the only urge Grace needed to decide she would help Esaro if he needed so, and that she wanted to.