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She'd already been wondering if it wasn't the right time for her to be trying to see Alaki, unsure if he had woken up yet. She had already been there once pretty recently to check up on him but he'd still been out...so she had hoped that today would be the day. Other than the knives, the canine had brought a little bit of her healing salve, which she had put on a piece of wax paper and folded up inside the pouch of her belt. Naniko wasn't much of an herbalist any more, but she had once known much about plants and their uses. She still knew enough to make a nice salve from willowbark that would help with things. She often found that it helped to speed up the recovery process of both big and small wounds. With what Alaki had done to help her children (and essentially save them, as they definitely couldn't have fought off a bear on their own) he deserved much more...but this was what she could do for him right now.
The Angela waited patiently outside the door. A few sounds escaped it, but not many - she heard some small groans and assumed that they were coming from Alaki. Perhaps he was getting out of bed for the first time? She wasn't sure. But in any case, she simply tried to ignore them. The part that got her was the "yes" at the end. Had...he finally done it? Gotten himself up out of the bed? She frowned, wondering if he was OK or if he had perhaps fallen over in the den. She cleared her throat, waiting for any sound that might indicate he needed help. "Are you OK in there, Alaki? Did you fall out of bed?" She called, frowning. If that was the case, she'd come in and help him! And if she didn't get an answer she would definitely come help him whether he wanted it or not. She'd had injuries before, ones nearly as bad as this, and it had taken her a while to heal. Only with the help from others had she been able to get through everything and get back up on her feet.
She leaned up against the wall to wait a little bit longer, wondering if he would be pleased with the things that she had brought. It was not often that the Angela chose to bring somebody a gift, and she didn't normally have anything that others would find valuable anyway. Her collection of human artifacts were useless to anyone but those collectors like she, because most of them didn't have any sort of practical use. The broken toys were nice for the boys to play with because they would have broken them either way, but most other things (besides her books) were next to useless. These knives were one of the few things that she had of real value, as they were harder to get than most other things that she commonly found in Halifax. Naniko swallowed, looking back down the tunnel toward that led into his den.