Grouse Thicket thou bleeding piece of earth

The woman did not contest Nico's word, nor hers, and she paid her no mind.  But Nico gained the brunt of her attention, as she nosed delicately over his shoulder wound. As he spoke, and odd feeling twisted her gut, she paused with her muzzle just above his wound, chest contracting a moment as she processed this. He had injured himself. He had, on his own violation, drowned himself, or attempted to. For the woman who was in the process of delving into her odd, new feelings for the silver soldier, this struck a blow.

The other was ignored, as she lapsed into silence, not meeting his eyes yet. They were not intimately familiar with each other, though she placed a lot of trust in him, and he in her. This allowed them a bond, at least, in her view. Plus, there was the fact that she had vomited on him and he had not complained. 

But now her thoughts were far from that, and she did not immediately judge him, nor did she lash out in anger, but the blow delivered was harsh. Why would he harm himself? And thus she put her thoughts to a single word, eyes travelling up to meet his leaf green ones, questioning in her gaze as she delivered a single; "Why?" Even, but firm, and she spared a quick glance at the other wondering if he would trust her, let alone the other, to answer the single word.