Moonspear Is it worth the price you'd pay?

After his conversation with Amekaze, Dash felt easier about being nice to the Omega. It seemed that while she was going to be here to serve their needs as soon as she was well enough to do so, he didn't have to treat her like anything less. Sure, she was the lowest ranking, and that meant she would have to wait her turn for many things, but it didn't mean he had to treat her like she was nothing. 

He watched her under hooded eyes, noting that she ate slowly. Her stomach had been empty more than it had anything any it, and would mostly likely reject being full too quickly. The smile he returned was equally as genuine, but it told of his tiredness. You're welcome, Omega, he said softly, the name coming out as more of an endearment than a rank. He refused to fall her Filth, he didn't feel Slave fit her, either. But, Omega did, and it was accurate, so no one else should object should they hear him call her that. How are you faring? he asked, wondering if anyone else had been by to see her. He wasn't sure how the rest of the pack would respond to her being here.