It was unusual, she had to admit. She had not anticipated Halcyon to become sick. She had been so...turned inwards, towards her own emotions, that she had neglected to watch the eyes and winds for the health of the pack. Had she done otherwise...she wondered, as she coiled about him, if she might have been able to avert his ailment. Yet, she was no healer. She had no names for sickness, no use for herbs. She was a watcher without the strength to change the path. It made her heart flutter, such a thought, but she was soon taken back to the present time as he seemed to stir - or rather, stilled.
If it had not been for his warmth and words, she might have thought him dead. Slowly, she moved so that she might view him better despite the darkness; his words were difficult and yet, she nodded along nonetheless. Before he had even finished, she had begun to delicately unwind herself from him, moving in such a way to shield him from the wind as she allowed him to place his weight against her. Frightening, she thought, how small he has become. Yet, she allowed him his own moments of strength as he settled into the den, her paws having never stepped over the boundary of the outside world and his home; it was his domain, after all, and she was all but uinvinited. And so, she merely waited by its entrance, ensuring he made it comfortably down into its depths before she turned in order to watch out over the plains. Until Ater returned, she would continue as such.
At first, she did not respond. Instead, her head merely aside back in order to meet his gaze with a small nod of recognition. But his panting drove her to turn once more towards him, ears erect and eyes wide with curiosity.