hale cometh down upon our spines

His question catches her off guard. Why did he care if she was injured? Her brow furrows as she hesitates. Was she supposed to answer? Taking a moment, Delphi contemplates how to answer. Man, she was doing a lot of that lately. What would he do anyway? He wasn't a healer. Why did he care? The war inside of her tears her back and forth. Begrudgingly, she answers. "Not physically," she speaks through gritted teeth and a wrinkled nose before continuing to move over to her snack pile.

Eyeing him warily, making sure he wasn't going to snap at her, she reaches around him and grabs a few of her snacks. Never breaking eye contact, she shoves them in her own mouth before pulling back to lay down on her pile of furs. Chewing slowly, savoring the savory flavor, she stretches back out with all four legs splayed out. Finally allowing herself to fully relax, she lays her chin down upon her paws as she swallows her snacks. Glancing at him once more, Delphi watches him to see if he will fall asleep or not.