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Thiago's breathing becomes more ragged, a mixture of pain and exhaustion weighing heavily on his body. He watches Beau closely, his eyes narrowing with suspicion, but there’s a flicker of something else—hope, maybe—at the mention of medicine. His ears twitch slightly at the word, his mind grasping at it like a lifeline. For a moment, he considers whether he can trust this stranger, whether he should take the chance.

He nods, slowly at first, then with more urgency. Sí, sí! he mutters, his voice cracking. There is a language barrier but, the stranger's version is so close to what he's said, it can't just be repetition. There was a glimmer of something between them, then. An understanding.

His body is trembling now, his muscles twitching involuntarily. He takes a hesitant step closer, his stance still guarded but less aggressive. He bows a little, almost like a child begging for a game of chase—and he whines softly, putting forth an invitation that doesn't require words, but action.

Turning then, Thiago goes back to the patch of grasses he had previously been studying and shuffles along, checking anything growing among the stones in case it can be used. Maybe the stranger would help him look.