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Ithiel is by Raze!
The dusky hybrid nodded, thinking he wouldn't move much anyway -- he was not extremely pain-tolerant, but he did not like showing weakness, all the same. Though he was curious, he did as Alma bid and gazed in just the opposite direction, gazing into a dark corner of the woman's cave. His carnelian eyes studied a pile of wood, the shape of it and shadow against the wall, flickering with the orange light of his lantern. There was warmth where her hand touched his shoulder, and he could not help but jerk in surprise, though he kept his head turned away.
The next sensation sent a tight shiver up his spine, and he could not help but steal a glance in the orange-haired woman's direction, peering from the corner of his blood-colored eyes without turning his head. He glanced away again quickly and did not shift under her tongue. He wouldn't have known how to look or what to say even if he had been allowed to look at her, so it was best that he had been commanded to look away, in the end. The dusky coyote swallowed in a way he hoped was quiet, and shifted a bit as her tongue left him.
There was the sensation of the wound being wrapped up again, and at long last, Ithiel glanced toward the Discens. Uncertain as he was, the dark-furred coyote forced a smile, dipping his head. Thank you, he said. The pale tip of his tail wavered as if to echo this sentiment, and strangely enough, part of him wanted to reach out for her and perhaps touch her shoulder as she'd touched his. Something held him back, however, and he could only gawk at her instead, still wagging the end of his tail.
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