Sun Mote Copse Run Down

Niamh flicked her tail, feelnig as though Eljay might potentially be questioning her methods with the boy, for having not asked how he'd gotten his injures. Honestly, that information wasn't at the top of her priority list; she hadn't wanted to pry, and part of her wanted to turn a blind eye to wherever it was he'd come from. He was hers, now. So she hadn't asked questions. The boy had been too sore to speak, anyhow, and she hadn't wanted to pain him by forcing him to speak. He would, on his own good time. 

When he trailed off, Niamh realized that he might have caused the boy to worry. She gave him a soft nudge, and regarded him with a soft, proud smile- making sure to tilt the side of her face raked by cougar claws toward him for him to see. "Then he might end up with some scars? That's no problem. Scars are pretty badass." She said. 

He then left Fennec in charge of cleaning Rasalas' facial wounds, which baffled Niamh. Let the blind girl try to not be too rough with wounds she couldn't even see? Eljay ran off, so Niamh took no shame in changing the plans. "C'mere an' help me keep him warm an' tidy him up. I'll take care of his wounds," She said to Fennec, should she choose to help out...But Niamh wasn't prepared to chance the pain it might cause Rasalas to have someone who couldn't see his injuries to know which ones were more painful. "I'll take a look at your mug, hmm?" She said, tilting her muzzle back, to cue him to do the same so she could clean the wound better.