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She didn't catch the sleazy nature of his comments, because she was certain she was only wistfully adding meaning to his words where there was none. He meant only what the words meant, nothing more. But his compliment was unmistakable, and went straight to the young woman's head. He thought so highly of her meager skill at healing? He thought she was pretty? No one who wasnt family had ever said she was pretty, and what her mother and father told her in that regard really didn't count in that regard because they were biased, and couldn't see her that way. She had always known that she was a sturdy, practically built female and had none of her mother's ethereal grace and beauty, so to have a stranger tell her she was pretty was... well, a rather heady thing for the inexperienced young woman, and since she had only ever seen Archon as bad from the start and he was the only truly bad thing that had ever come from a stranger, she was not aware of how a handsome face could hide less than honorable intentions.

So when he asked for her help so woefully, she with her head full of daydreams and eager to help him thought nothing of caution as she sprang to her paws. "Of course!" she exclaimed, solicitously offering her shoulder to lean against to help him hobble over there - an awkward thing to manage due to the difference in their heights, but as mentioned she was a sturdy little thing and much stronger than her downy appearance made her seem, so she managed to take more of his weight off his leg than perhaps he had intended her to. She was certain he was hiding now badly he was hurt, and was determined to help the poor, brave fighter despite the strength that allowed him to make light of such and injury.

Step by step she guided him into the brush and fussed with making him a comfortable nest before she finally stopped putting off what she really wanted to say. She still continued to fuss with the mossy bedding to cover her nerves as she peeked shyly up at him, heart in her throat as she managed to say, "I would like to help you any way I can." A deep breath to steel her nerves, and she pressed her shoulder against his chest, lending her words a different meaning than face value, her tone heavily-laden with it. "A-anything you w-want." Words, words. Words that could be passed off as just a kind healer offering her help, not... what she wanted. "Do you... want... me?" she added hesitantly. Her limbs tingled with the dread that he would be offended, that she should just not have said anything at all. He was far too mature and worldly to bother with a girl like her when he could have anyone he wanted. She had to go and ruin everything because she couldn't keep her mouth shut.