Blackfoot Forest "You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it."

"I will, I will," he reassured her, wincing as she pressed something else to his scruff. She then disappeared-- but returns as quickly as she'd left. When she arrives she looks somewhat more devastated that she had when he had come to her, and bends to lick at his cheek. She seems to regret doing so, but in this moment especially he longs for her touch. "It is not bad," he tells her, trying to pull her attention from his injuries. They are bad, but he feels he deserves the pain, and refuses to complain about it. "Do not waste herbs on me, I am fine, Amara. Thank you for tending to the wounds," he says, a thin smile falling upon his features. It was likely she'd make him take something anyway, but he would at least try to force her to relax.