Blackfoot Forest The Butterfly Blooms

His attention when the healer started shifted to Korei, sending her another appreciative smile. He held pride in her for being on her own, she was growing in their small time together and it was pleasing to watch. "I missed you too, love," love, his ongoing nickname for the girl. He wasn't sure if she even knew how common it was to say back where he was from. The first time he'd called her that she was very surprised, and maybe even uncomfortable by the phrase - apparently she'd never been called that. It dawned on him how little he knew of her past, hopefully by now she would open up a bit more than she had. 

For now, he tried to not focus on the fact that Alarian was infected, which he knew meant nothing good. If he began to dwell he would overthink leading to the unlikely conclusion of his companion dying. His mind altered to refocus on the stranger when his name was said, causing him to look down at his deep gash. The way she spoke was very formal, he wondered where she was from. " 'Course," He stood up, avoiding any pressure on his leg and sat down in front of the she-wolf.