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He insisted he was okay, all things considered. Meerkat’s chestnut eyes trailed from wound to wound, wincing inwardly. They looked to be on the mend, though they must have hurt quite badly. Perhaps they still did, though if so, Gunnar hid it well.

“Are you okay, my dear?” The concern in his voice and the term of endearment made her chest tighten. Her throat constricted and Meerkat could only shake her head, motioning for him to give her a moment as she tried to collect herself again.

I’ll be alright. I just miss Njord very much, Meerkat said after letting out a long breath. But he’ll be back, so I have no business being so down in the dumps, she said, somewhat to herself.

Can I do anything for you? she asked, trying to shift the focus back to Gunnar. I admit I don’t know much at all about healing physical wounds… but I’m a counselor, in case you want to talk about it. And a pretty good pack mate in general, I like to think, in case you just need… company, or a snack, or something along those lines, Meerkat finished with a small smile.