Bramblepoint Withering

"Geez, kid, you'll make people deaf in this universe and the next," Dwin murmured to herself, as she stepped out of her hiding place and approached the kid carefully. She stopped at a safe distance, because the kid was clearly not in the best state of his mind AND he was an almost yearling, who was almost the same size she was. 

"Screaming your soul out truly helps, in my experience," she said, meeting his gaze. "But unless you do not want to attract an unwelcome audience, maybe there are quieter and just as effective outlets of your grief?" she asked. In other words she offered him a helping paw, but, whether to accept it was up to Ponyboy. Dwin was not going to force her company, where it was not needed.