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Well... maybe, if someone put us - two wrecks together - maybe we would make a whole and perfect wolf.

He laughed softly at the thought, nodding.  It was likely true, though he admired that even with everything she'd been through, she was able to lift his own spirits so much.  He thought she was pretty darn perfect already at that moment, but the image painted was an amusing one. 

His brow lifted slightly at the news that she would ask something in return for her help, though with the weight she'd lifted off of him, even if it wasn't a joke he'd have gladly owed her a debt. Or ten.  Her request was an easy one, and the thought that she would doubt his willingness to do so hadn't occurred to him.  He'd wondered if perhaps she preferred to return to solitude after... well, after.  But it seemed that wasn't the case, and he was grateful for that.

"I don't know, I've slept so well..." That was a laugh, and nothing about his tone told otherwise.  He'd hardly slept at all, and what rest he'd gotten had been broken and nightmarish.  He shook his head, returning to serious.  "Of course.  I am definitely in.  I've missed it, these past few days."  He didn't know if having someone else there would help, but it couldn't hurt, and he had missed having her around.  It was surprising how quickly you could get used to the soft sounds of another slumbering next to you, and how much the quiet bothered you once those were gone.