OOC here!
Papa was completely involved in eating. The meat couldn't even be that good, as dry as it was. Her brown eyes were wide with sorrow watching him turn, not quite registering her for a few moments. When it did he went right back to examining his body, Dalgina doing her best not to lash out or break down at the sight of her strong father being reduced to so little. Stepping forwards she watched helplessly as he found himself unable to even move the short distance to where the tub was, body shaking.
Gently she took his arm, managing a tiny smile. It's okay Papa, you don't need to go to the creek. She lead him silently over to where the wooden tub was for him to soak in. Once he was there she released her grip, backing up. What now? She wasn't just going to wash him. Hopefully he could do that on his own. Perhaps she could tidy up a little. Stepping back Dalgina cleared out the rags and the like where he'd been sleeping, working on clearing away the dust that covered everything. Tidied up the smallest amount Dalgina ran out, retrieving some fur pelts from Taru's house and placing it to make a new makeshift bed.
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