Sunshine

It seemed like an eternity before the feline finally gave up and ran into the bush, the blood trail it left behind it a testament to how badly injured it was. Phoebe's silver gaze flickered over to Conan, seeing all the wounds that he had accumulated as well and the blood that dripped from him. Her eyes immediately went back to the spot where the cat had disappeared, rage flaring up in her belly. Part of her wanted to race after it and finish it off, but then she heard a soft thud. Her gaze went back to his large form and her gaze softened with worry.

"Conan..." she whispered, quickly closing the distance between them, looking closely at his wounds. She didn't think any of them were fatal, but they certainly were nasty looking. She didn't even register the fact that he was looking at her with worry, all she could think about was him and his wounds. She suddenly felt frustrated with herself for not knowing any healing techniques to help him. She had only been taught the very basics when she was younger and they had never interested her much so she had never paid the lessons much attention. Her gaze found his again, her eyes clearly showing her worry.

She couldn't help but feel responsible. If she hadn't let herself get so caught up in chasing after him and hadn't let her guard down she wouldn't have been surprised to the point of uselessness. She let her legs fold under her as well, laying nose to nose with him, unsure of what to say. She felt guilty, worried, and helpless. But, in a strange way, she also felt proud of what he had done and even more attracted to him for risking his life to protect her even though she was practically a stranger. "Thank you," she whispered, a weak smile coming to her muzzle.



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