Panther Park when rome's in ruins, we are the lions free of the coliseums

The sound made him pause and turn to her, his eyes pulled the the drop of blood that fell from her paw to stain the dirt. He met her gaze and raised an eyebrow. Would you like me to pull it out? he asked, fully expecting her to turn down the offer; she was stubborn to a fault about these things. But she had called out to him like she wanted help, and on the off chance that she might be able to push aside her pride and not have to walk around with a thorn in her paw, he had offered. It would certainly become infected, as well as be a painful nuisance, but he wouldn't make her accept his help. That would get him absolutely nowhere. He moved to stand over her paw and inspect it more closely, releasing a sigh as he looked back at Nirali. Looks pretty deep. He watched her expectantly. Would she let him help or not?