Stone Circle you've been a smile on my face for about the two past days

Once he closed his eyes, he somehow managed to keep them closed (even though the urge to peek surged strong in this one). And he waited. Ear turned toward Arlette, he waited... and waited... for her voice, to start dictating her steps. All he heard instead was the gentlest of scuffles, her paws against the ground, and the materials, as she handled them.

And he frowned. On the inside. On his face, he held his usual resting face, his lips curved in the slightest of smiles, though if anyone looked close enough, they would have noticed the subtle crease of his brow.

In the end, her utter silence tore through his resolve, and he peeked -- perhaps, for the worse -- he saw how she struggled, and felt, then, the deep waves of something heavy rolling off her body to pierce through his marrow and bone.

His heart turned for her and slowly, he rose, his soft smile ever on his lips. He chose to forget Greyback, for the moment... or maybe, more accurately, his concern had turned, and the sight of her so sad made his thoughts wait somewhere far from her father, and fully on Arlette.

"The rock grants your request," he grabbed the bark between his teeth, and turned to place the sap before his friend. He was quiet, then, "The rock would also like the injured to know that the rock just remembered he has good relatives who are very big, very clumsy turtles, and that he has inherited legs from them. He is slow, but," this wasn't part of the lesson, and a hindrance to what he was hoping to teach her -- but this was proper, to preserve this friendship, he thought -- in this moment -- for the ones to come -- "he is also more useful than a rock, and has big clumsy toes to help stick the splint together, if you'd like..."