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Her concern sharpened as she watched his attention slide and list unsteadily. Still, it was better to wait for permission, and after a few moments she got something close enough. So long as she wouldn’t be bitten for approaching.

Bridget moved closer, making sure to keep as non-threatening as physically possible. Her focus was already professionally set on the wounds she could see, the worst of which she inspected first. I’m going to clean this. It might sting. She didn’t know if he would understand, but she had a habit of talking the steps through.

She would try to take as much care as she could, but clearing the infection out was her priority. This meant removing the dirt that had settled into the wounds as well. She was methodical, sitting near and placing a paw lightly on his back while she worked. It was for steadying and to indicate when she was finished, though she wouldn’t prevent him from moving if he needed to. Bridget wouldn’t be surprised if his stamina had about reached its limit.