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Her eyes meet his. What he sees is a challenge; bull-headed, stubborn and true in what she wants. The Wayfarer’s fur rises upon his spine, if not for the mud that cakes his coat, it would be spikier than normal.

Friendship? He questions. There was once one that he would consider close to a friend, but he is no more, and since, the Wayfarer knew only commanders and enemies. Now, he’s broken free, and alone.

He snorts. You have strange taste. Yet he respects that she knows what she wants. It’s more than he has. His muscles relax, just a tad. If she’s a medic and wants to heal him, he won’t argue.