Midnight report

Ears flicked forward as Sirius placed a paw over hers, pulling her from bad memories. She was a little surprised at the act of compassion, but it wasn't unwelcome. His words further soothed a bit of the sadness that had crept upon her at talking about her dead children. The corners of her mouth lifted in a small smile; a rarity. "Thank you. It's good to have some use still." She wasn't terribly old, but warriors aged more quickly. Her body, particularly her leg and shoulder, were betraying her more every day.

Extracting her paw, Resin got back to her feet. The little bit of rest did her good. She shook out her thick, ash and onyx coat before speaking once more. "Would you allow me to take Aslatiel on a little adventure?" That lone golden orb locked on the still prone man.