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Ah. So the girl liked his choice. "Leila it is, then." A small smile crawled onto his lips and his eyes crinkled with it, and he nudged her shoulder just a bit before checking the poultice he'd placed on her wound. Evenly applied, covering the whole of the wound. Less of a chance of infection.

The boy padded over to settle in front of the girl, stretching his legs out. "Would you mind some company?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "Doubt I'll be much for conversation, but I'm a little too tired to walk all the way back to my den tonight."

His prone position told of the fact that he probably wouldn't be leaving.