your love is gonna drown.

An expression of shock crossed her face when he thanked her. What? Had none shown their gratitude for small favors and mercies during her travels? She was knowledgable and efficient. Her actions deserved the small kindness he'd given her. Words were air, but they bore so heavy a weight.

"Whatever you wish to call me," he replied, lowering his chin to settle on a paw. He looked up to her, winced as the pressure was applied to his wound and was instantly reminded that position was not favorable given his condition. He shifted, readjusting himself so that he lay more comfortably. "I've had many names. Which one do you wish to hear?"