Ronan's ears flitted back as a sharp jolt of frustration ripped right through him, because he'd been snuck up on again. With the way things were, the life he'd led, her offer to help-more like insistence-was naturally met with suspicion and an urge to tell her to stuff it. She was a sweet thing, colours all soft and muted, nothing sharp about her and yet she was just so intent on helping. Didn't ask, no fluttering eyelashes or attempts to butter him up- just stated it like a fact: she'd help him whether he liked it or not.
His muzzle wrinkled as she approached, but he did not snap even if the urge was there, he simply watched her- only flinching when her paw traced the wound, where the connection tissue between his wing and leg had been torn. A wave rolled in, flecks of water reached his shoulder as he stood there, a tiredness to his posture he usually at least attempted to hide.
"What will it cost me?" Because even if she was kind, he knew nothing in this world was for free. Nothing worth having at least.
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