Sun Mote Copse Candy-colored fingers and schadenfreude eyes

Eljay stood and listened patiently to the story that the pack mate told. He watched the pacing back and forth and the chewed up grass at his feet. Eljay couldn't help but worry about his health a little; he seemed to have chewed a lot of grass and he was pacing very rapidly while he explained the story. He wondered if Niamh had really attacked this fellow, or maybe she was just trying to be playful..? It was hard to imagine that Niamh'd just attack someone, although... She had shoved Fennec when she tried to clean Rasalas' wounds...

Finding it hard to demonise Niamh, however, Eljay kept an open mind towards the whole thing. Are you okay? Physically, I mean? It was clear that he wasn't all alright mentally, but Eljay wasn't really that good at therapy or anything; he was more of a physical sort of caretaker. Niamh can be, uhm, brusque sometimes, he admitted, though he felt nervous talking about Niamh in this way. I'm sure she didn't mean it poorly, though.

Eljay looked back up at the other while he could not help but wonder, Did.. Why did you chew all that grass?