Find What's Good

Reila sighed carefully as Chimera considered that she wasn't okay. "I'll get through it." She'd rather forget what had happened. Maybe she was the talk it out type, but not right now. She was still exploring the ways of true life after her servitude.

She could feel Chimera's frustration even without having full contact with him or even really look at him. She tensed up as he slammed his paws down on the clay, not in fear but the initial reaction to the splatter it made. Her cheek pulled back slightly in response and she waited a few seconds before doing anything else. Her paws went to gather the clay between them without word, taking off a portion to put to the side before getting a general mold of it herself. Her paws than reached forward for Chimera's placing them over the rough outline of the pot and guiding them in motion to smooth out the outside. After a moment she stuck her own paw inside to thin out the wall and then grabbed her little tool to make the sharper corners. She guessed they would have to do it together, or Chimera could go pout until she was done. She was reacting as she did many hunting trips prior. Oblivious to her actions toward him as her paws reached out to grab his. It was more the fact of forcing herself to not want anything else from him.

"Reila"