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She listened absently to his revere, nodding occasionally, the soft smile that dimpled her maw remaining in place but growing at the occasional word. As the red-head spoke of his new companion, all that was feminine within her strained to hear an odd note to his tone, something not often heard in the voice of other testosterone champions. Her emerald eyes flitted up from the wounded paw in time to catch his exaggerated eye-fluttering, and surprise was mingled with warm suspicion for a moment. No, Mr Strel was most certainly not the beef-headed brute she'd originally expected all males to be. It must have been something to do with the sewing.
After having yanked out those two needles, her keen gaze was sincerely concerned and livid upon his own. The young man had wondrous eyes, the hue of soft morning lavender bathed in sunlight. But that was not what she noticed - More, the dilation and rapid expansion of pupil, the way they didn't quite seem to hold her own gaze. It seemed she had a fainter on her paws, though he was firmly conscious yet. The young healer nodded encouragingly, and he continued to speak.
At his acceptance of her request, the young lady's own inverted eyes lit up like forest greenery in spring. For a moment, his foot forgotten, she straightened and let her hand rest over the excited beating of her heart.
" You mean it? Oh, that would be brilliant, just splendid, if you would!"
Like a small child offered candy, Alaine's calming smile because bright and genuine, the swell of sweet laughter bringing more beauty to her face than any manner of cosmetics ever would. Her hands clapped together excitedly. New clothing! Then, embarrassingly aware of her uncouth display, the young healer settled back down to observing the wolf's foot with caution. A heated flush crept up beneath her soft cream fur to stain merry cheeks in sheepish awareness. How silly she must have looked, like a pup with a bone! In her youth, Alaine had been spoiled with all manner of pretty clothes and trinkets. What better way to find a suitable husband than to offer a beautiful wife? But since the darkness, she'd had precious little to call her own, certainly not anything of beauty or value. The material items she now owned were mainly to do with the healing profession, or perhaps cutlery tool to aid her cooking. As far as clothing and looking pretty went; Well, Alaine hadn't admired her image in a long, long time. Events in her life had made her painfully shy and humble, and attracting male attention was the last thing she wanted.
But what female in their right mind could refuse such an offer? Whatever Mr Strel made her, she would cherish, and likely never wear for want of keeping it pristine.
" Almost done, Sir," YANK! Out slid the last two pins, the blood quickly staunched by the pressure of the pad in her hand, " And there you go. Your foot is now pin free!"
She glanced up at the young man, only smiling with her inverted jade eyes now. She gestured for him to hold the pressure on his footpaw, and rose quickly to scurry from the room. Returning nigh immediately with the little leather satchel of healing equipment, Alaine popped open a bottle and began to slather some sweet-smelling ointment over the little pinprick holes.
" This is just to keep it from being infected. Now, I'll have to bandage it, and you might have a bit of a limp for a few days, Sir."
She did as she spoke, binding his foot efficiently with a separate bit of ivory material from her own storage before rocking back onto her heels to survey her work. The young healer nodded briskly, before rising and offering the reclined wolf a hand to help him stand.
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