The Sentinels my soul won't take

Its all good! :D

It is with a stiff affirmation that the other wolf agrees to go with her, and Eigma wonders if all the Donnelaith wolves are as unhappy about her presence as this one. With Lasher's kindness came a certain level of responsibility - whether it was real or not, she felt as if she owed her life to the wolves here. If they did not like her presence then that was fine; she would be on her way soon enough (hopefully), but before leaving she wished to at least restore the caches that she had been utilizing in her recovery. As soon as Dante agreed to escort her, Eigma slid a tired smile upon her face. She got up and carefully stretched her legs, feeling a pinch in her armpits and along her sides as her ribs protested, and then relaxed. She gave the older wolf a small glance, wondering if he would be so bold as to chase her out if given the chance.

"I was hoping to find herbs for your healer. To restore what I've used." That or maybe a meal, something to give back. Beyond being part of her arrangement with Lasher, it was the least she could do. "Do you know where... ah," An abrupt spasm of pain broke through Eigma's attempt to communicate, so she flounders for a moment, waiting for the sensation to ease away and her breath to return; after a brief bow of her head and a controlled few breaths, she seems to return to normal. "Where do you suppose I look?" she queries, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable, and hopes that he will help her since she is, by proxy, helping his family.