Of course she was happy the bear was gone, that they had been successful, but the wounds before her and so prominent at that were far more pressing to her. She knew from their howls of victory that things had gone in their favor if nothing else. She was pleased when he had fallen back so that he took the pressure off so that she could treat them. Zelda was very gentle, her mother had taught her well to be firm yet soft at the same time as she dabbed it on and spread. It took a very controlled paw to be able to do such things. Though she was relieved to know he wasn’t completely immune, that it hurt, but that also bit her the wrong way too. He was willing to ignore his pain to make this report? She had no idea of his inner turmoil, worries about trying to keep himself as formal as she could with her, just because of her words last time. If she had known she would have felt a lot worse about how she had acted the last time it had been just the two of them.

He was working his hardest to look away and trying to keep talking about other things while meanwhile she was digging into him personally. She could tell she made him upset, though Zelda wasn’t all knowing. She knew the way he was acting was her fault, and it only did more to fester the guilt in her. Especially as she listened to him talk, his tones changed, strained though she couldn't’ tell if that was because she was prodding him and hurting him over and over or if he was just nervous. She looked up at him, seeing him so purposefully not looking at her as he said the were all well, no one had died and Astrid had gotten revenge for her fallen daughter. Alexander probably didn’t know that her drive was related to that, but it sounded like that drive was what helped secure her victory. It was a black bear though… not the golden one that Tithe and Teza had faced down. That one was still out there, and next time Zelda would go personally… Astrid should stay behind… a wolf with that much drive was likely to get hurt if she didn’t look out for herself.

She gave another few pat downs of his wounds before she finally could say her apology, though he seemed surprised as his head snapped around and she almost flinched in sympathy pain as she felt his muscles coil with the movement. Zelda wasn’t sure why he was surprised, she acted completely out of sorts that day, she was caught in a large wave of darkness and self doubt. She figured it out though, she had found Mana and started training and learning to figure it out, her role was finally getting sorted out.

He was silent though, he didn’t say a word to her in regards to her apology and she felt herself wilt a little. She tried, but it seemed he didn’t entirely forgive her, at least that was how she saw it. She wanted the joking, playful Alexander to come back out. While she didn’t mind professionalism it wasn’t what she had grown used to in their other meetings. All her apology sat forgotten and she simply started on his shoulder next, treating each wound delicately as he explained that he didn’t like plants that inhibited pain for their aftereffects some could cause. She knew poppies were very strong could cause many issues, even addictions, valerian root could make you tired so she understood. She gave a small nod in understanding, before her tan ears perked at his next words. For the first time in sometime he had called her her name instead of Goddess, it wasn’t the full on acceptance she was hoping for, but it was a start. He continued though, her eyes going to his though quickly she found her eyes lightening and her head shaking.

She almost could have laughed by the end of it, if she thought it wouldn’t upset him more. He acted as he should, it was her that hadn’t ”You were trying to be a good friend, Alexander. That was what you were trying to do. I may have a right to speak however I wish, but I did not mean to take my frustration out on you when you were simply doing what friends do. I… was less than a friend, let alone a ‘Goddess’ that day. I enjoy your banter, your stories, just that day I was a little lost. I instantly regretted how I snapped at you and sent you away, and been working ever since to make sure it wouldn’t happen again.” She said almost imploringly hoping he understood. ”I found someone to train me, outside of Taviora. One of the angel’s old blood Assassins.” She hadn’t imparted that knowledge to anyone else yet, but she figured he was the first that should know. He wanted to help, but she also wanted to prove she could help herself. She was doing everything she could to never feel the way she did that day again.

She was pleased with her work though, and he seemed to be too. Though hopefully his look was a little brighter now than it had been before. She didn’t want to talk to a stone wall all day, she wanted the fun Knight she had pushed away back.