Bramblepoint sweet child o mine

his question gave her pause, for she longed to say yes and be done with it. but could she accepted more help, when the male had done so much already? she was still, and her head was beginning to shake in a barely perceptible no when he spoke his next words.

she trembled, amazed by Rannoch's simply caring. she had expected to do something in return, anything, for they had lugged her around, fed her and healed her and protected her. her ears folded back and she whined in pure gratitude, moving forward to touch her muzzle to his shoulder in a careful gesture of thanks. she quivered, overcome, the kindness in her wrenched state all the more powerful.