Stone Circle Bounded by pain

The small gifts brought for her had been noticed- but Oryx would not ask for them. Once they were offered, she shifted her muzzle to gaze dimly at the roots, and it did move her to see that Arlette had brought her the very same root she'd first been digging up when she'd met the fair girl. Normally, she might still have refused the help- she felt she'd done next to nothing for the kind Easthollow packs, and to be drawing from their resources once more felt unfair. But as one who enjoyed being a medic, she knew how much better Arlette would feel if she allowed herself to be tended to. So while she thought she did not deserve such an act of kindness, she would indulge her friend and quietly consume both the vole and the valerian root offered for her. 

Arlette's apology fell on deaf ears- the service, no matter how simple, was thoughtful and sincere- so once Oryx had consumed the gifts, she scooched a bit closer to Arlette, and lay her head down upon the pale woman's paws, heaving a sigh of thanks.