Moonspear kunikkaa ❇

This was a realm in which he was still trying to find his normal, and how it related to hers too--let alone precisely what that was, but he was suspicious that this was not, somehow. Though.. she replied to divert the concerns, and he followed her doings carefully as they continued to brush aside the notion that anything was out of the ordinary at all. Not to mention, she was very good to him, even now beneath his pry, she tended to him. Alright.. but tell me if I can get anything? Or.. do? he offered, tail switching hopefully, like where to even begin. He didn't want her to stress.. though he knew that was not easy, and he felt like a hypocrite for even thinking that right. Times were tense.. healing (he liked to think), but.. there was so much to prepare for otherwise.

He still barely knew what to do with this sort of treatment, giving and receiving alike, so he reminded his ears not to splay once the scent of the meat spoke to the senses; he could eat, no surprise.. but he still couldn't look away from her quite yet. He didn't have the right kinds of acuity to exactly know why, beyond that she had seemed fatigued, which he chalked up to just feeling rough--it happened, so did meals that didn't quite agree or whatever else, but he still wanted to fret a bit. Thanks, he chuffed, eventually. When she found her spot, he accepted that much, and made to get more settled in himself--edged a good bit  closer, angled towards her, the meat between his paws for now before he would have his bite.