Make one more post leaving, and I'll archive it so we can work on the other one. :3
Roran returned her action of cleansing in kind, and did a good job of washing the blood from the wound. If all went well and the virus was within him, he would be shifting, albeit slowly and more awkwardly than a natural-born shifter, within a changing of the moon's face or a little more. With a smile, Desi stood, dusting off her knees. She bowed back to him, and smiled at the title he used.
Laying a hand along his face gently, in some equivalent of a hand on the shoulder, she spoke the necessary words in reply. It was my pleasure. Be well, blood brother. I must continue my search for food and supplies. Without further ado, she turned and began walking away from him, doing as she had said and looking for things to take back to her den. If he needed her, though, she would not ignore him.