Moonsong Glacier my fingers laced to crown,

She simply nodded, drawing up alongside him as he gave thanks. When there was a beat of silence, she gazed up from where she’d halted to inspect his shoulder. It took her a few, blank blinks, but she finally gave, ”I am Aure,” smiling a bit apologetically up at him. Ears flickering a little sheepishly, she returned to inspecting him, careful to not let her coat graze along his own.

Muttering lowly to herself, she rounded him, eyes flitting keenly along his hocks. Aure almost moved on, when a dull gleam of scarlet caught her eyes—”I was right! You did get hurt,” she breathed, lashes fluttering at the prospect of the affirmation. The scar(s) the mountain-cat had given him curved from the base of his spine and along a strong hip.

Jaw working, eyes not leaving it, she quietly informed him, ”I will have to clean ze wound. I understand ze experience we—you have just gone through has been nerve-wracking. All ze same, may I?”