The voice from the doorway is enough to startle Jael once again. Siduri beaming from the doorway-- ah shit. This was the same kid that wanted her teeth. This was the same kid that had been concerned about her cabbages, a problem that Jael had stewed over until Wake had rather smugly informed her was entirely imagined. For a moment Jael paused, pretty certain the brown boy that had rather curiously hit a late growth spurt was the pack healer. Well, the throbbing in her paw was a pretty good redirection for any train of thought she may have been having.
"Siduri, hi I--" listen, Jael wasn't going to lie to the kid. She may have hurt herself. With a sigh, she squinted at the girl and offered the bloody forepaw. "You do know I'm not... that kind of dog, right?" Did she know? Did Jael know what kind of dog she was? Really, she tried her best not to think about it, especially while lifting her bloodied paw to offer it to Sid. It was wrapped in a tattered piece of loosely woven cloth, already sodden through and red. "It's really not that bad it just, um, hurts." A sheepish admission, tense smile and all.
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