[ Yan nods as she watches him with the sticks, and there's no avoiding the little flinch, her involuntary noises as he wraps her foot. He's gentle, and as much as she appreciates it, there's no denying that it still hurts; fortunately, she clamps down on the instincts telling her to jerk away.
(It's a moment more animal than rational.)
When he ties off the bandages, she nods, flexing her leg to get a feel for the splint. She holds her foot close to her body, curled protectively against herself.
She offers him a low chirping thanks, settling herself down again, turning her head to sniff at the rabbit he brought back. She doesn't try to just eat it, obviously, but she feels bad that the hunters probably trampled all over the rations she'd been saving for Peter, too. She leaves it, for now, and turns her nose to his jacket again, and she gingerly lifts the bloodied sleeve in her teeth, dropping it with a tiny whimper.
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(It's a moment more animal than rational.)
When he ties off the bandages, she nods, flexing her leg to get a feel for the splint. She holds her foot close to her body, curled protectively against herself.
She offers him a low chirping thanks, settling herself down again, turning her head to sniff at the rabbit he brought back. She doesn't try to just eat it, obviously, but she feels bad that the hunters probably trampled all over the rations she'd been saving for Peter, too. She leaves it, for now, and turns her nose to his jacket again, and she gingerly lifts the bloodied sleeve in her teeth, dropping it with a tiny whimper.
That's definitely an apology. ]