Friends are supposed to care about friends and Fjallraven would forever be concerned about the well being of Jericho. He had embedded himself within her list of loved ones. Even if for some reason he never felt the same about her. It is perhaps nave of her to fall in line with others so quickly yet it it what she has been trained to do since her birth. Only now with him and Reich she is learning. She is being given a gift that she has never had before, something that cannot be compared, and they are giving a weight to her voice that she never knew existed. "At least you don't have rabies," she replies seriously as if that had been an issue all along. Now he leans closer to inspect her warrior's scars. She wouldn't tell him why she got them or who gave them to her even if he asked. Really she had deserved such punishment for her disobedience and it wasn't like these scars were 'warrior' scars, but she wanted desperately to fit that description and for someone to be proud of her. So she beams at him when he answers her, rewarding her innocence with kind words. "I have survived. I almost died though," she says offhand, not really talking about when she got the scars but off on some other tangent. Not that Jericho would know that, he might assume that she was referring to these wounds.

They were an odd pair. A girl who will not laugh because she has always learned to be quiet and a male who cannot laugh with true enjoyment. Yet it is their weaknesses that bring them together and teach them both. Jericho is teaching her the meaning of pride by learning valuable skills and Fjall is teaching him how to be happy and not be a killer.

Fjallraven is wrapped up in both her joy of knowing Everlyse and her misery at such imagined slights but still she notices the way his orange eyes widen and the blank look that adorns his face. It makes her feel proud for once. Proud that she had actually accomplished something. No matter what Jericho had said all she had done was kill the racoon, she hadn't actually hunted it. This was something she could do without help - actually, wait, no, she'd need him to lead her back to Asteraia and then she could show him.

Even as she wilts before him Jericho is there to bump his muzzle against hers. Instinct drives Fjallraven to drop down, to duck away because normally touch comes with some sort of punishment, but she bounces right back up to standing position when he does nothing but comfort her. "She said she wanted to be friends," Fjall answers with a wag of her tail. It wasn't that she was worried about Everlyse rejecting her, she just did not wish to get pushed out of her home, and she was not the type to begrudge the female if she did. How was she to know that Everlyse was with Ifrit even though Reich loved her?

Suddenly she jumps forward, bumping her own maw into his with the exuberance of youth as her eyes shine and tail wags before she moves away. "Thank you Jericho!" Now he asks about whether friends do such things and she freezes, a look of curiosity on her face and one paw still raised in the air. "I don't know, this is the first time I've had friends." She is not sad in this statement. It is just fact, just in the way that Jericho did not know how to have friends either, and this would be a learning experience for the both of them.