Bearclaw Valley And now there'll be no time to play

Indra was in awe. She listened, perhaps too intensely for the woman's liking, and while she did not pretend to understand everything about her own situation she was pleased to be of help, especially when it meant the bear would be happy. The bear had saved her and all it wanted now was a little discomfort? Indra was the winner here, she thought, because the pain she felt brought her closer to freedom, and it brought her the company of the woman.

Okay, she murmured in response, and settled in to wait. The stinging of the moss wasn't as bad as the bite itself, and either way Indra was doing her best to appear strong and attentive for her own sake. Maybe if she behaved in a way that made the woman happy, they'd stay with her longer.