She had underestimated how weak the brute had become due to his blood loss, but as she watched him move around... she started to second guess her instructions. Her ear flicked attentively to the slurring in his words, but she still managed to crack a smile due to the nature of them.
"On second thought, maybe you should rest." Her pale eyes looked around the rock-filled field they found themselves in. It was a very out in the open place, not somewhere she would have laid down to take a nap but she had an idea.
"Over here," Long legs shuffled as she turned herself around, nimble paws carefully bringing her over to the boulders she'd initially ducked behind when she had seen him. They were large enough that they could be hidden from a couple of angles, at least. The piebald woman looked up, facing him with a soft smile after she'd finished inspecting the place she'd chosen for him to get some rest. He asked her where she was going and she let her ears fold back a bit.
"I'm not sure, Benedict of Abaven. I don't really have anywhere else to go, no one to meet. I just came here looking for rocks that would work well enough to press a few dried herbs down into powders. I could watch over you while you regain your strength if you wish." Was it creepy? Maybe it was a little creepy. She just offered to watch him while he slept, but honestly, it was hard not to be a little creepy sometimes when dealing with caring for a stranger's health. She lowered her head, trying her best to ward off her anxieties about appearing odd, but she smiled at least.
