Phoenix Maplewood What Are You Doing?

Grace felt pride well up in her chest, though she wasn't exactly sure what it was. It was nice though, having a positive encounter with a male. Though he was the only male she'd ever met that was nice to her, it made her doubt her own thoughts. If all male's were out to hurt her, wouldn't Esaro have done it by now? This was not their first meeting, and they were alone. He could do whatever he wanted, and here they were talking about herbs and cleaning wounds. Maybe there wasn't a need to be suspicious of EVERYTHING? Then again, how would she know who would hurt her?  
  She heard him speak, replying though she was still a little spaced out. 
              "I might've gotten a little carried away, but at least you know its very clean."
She didn't zone back in from her thoughts until Esaro closed the gap between them and went for her face. She took a half step back in surprise, fear fluttering in her belly before he started to lick her wound. Once she realize what he was doing, she lowered her head and let him clean the scratch. It wasn't long, but deep. Amazingly, there was no thorn stuck in the wound. The russet yearling found herself quite enjoying the contact, even more than when she had been the one cleaning. She'd barely known any sort of gentleness, especially from a male, and she was found herself upset with what she'd been missing. It had no chance to show through her smile and wagging tail though, to wrapped up in that feeling rather than being upset with her father.