Give in to me

Solor gave a flourishing bow when Vail cried out in delight. He waited a moment before sticking his head in the den and watched her gather some herbs. He didn't have the faintest clue how she identified them, he was certainly no healer himself. “You can bring back more if I carry some. Or will that be all you need?” he wondered as she started to exit the den. He walked backwards in the snow to give her the room she needed to fit through the exit. Not that she needed much, she was a petite little thing with soft white fur. It was a wonder he hadn't lost sight of her in the snow yet.

He sat on the earth beside the den to see what she wanted to do now. “How far do you have to head anyhow?” he wondered idly. He couldn't bring himself to walk away yet, he had joked that his aid had been to make up for his rude behavior but truly it had been a decent distraction from his own worries.