Sleeping Dragon You won't make yourself a name if you follow the rules

The critter's departure was her early warning, and sure enough, Thuringwethil's appearance followed closely after.  

She was a welcome sight, and not only because she came bearing food.  Rosalyn sat up respectfully as she approached to set it down, a smile appearing at the greeting.  

"Sore but improving," she said, stretching said shoulder illustratively.  Soon she'd be more mobile, she was sure.  "For me? You shouldn't have, but thanks."  She was being fed on all sides, a fact that was allowing her to recover but also one that made a distinctive blow to her pride.  Still, she was taking a chin-up, soon-she'd-repay-them approach, and so her thanks was genuine.