▻ stallion - north swedish horse - 16.1 hh - maximum sooty bay pangare ◅
He does not know how she feels, so he does not comment again on the sorry state of her appearance or how it seems to affect what might normally be eyes full of life. He had seen much in his time but knows better than to press a person grieving or wallowing in their own mire of despair. Some needed to get themselves out of that state themselves. So he moves on, finally earning her name and getting a question, to boot. She must indeed be in a bad way to trust asking a stranger for the state of the world.
"It is often warmer after a swim, as they block the breeze from chilling wet skin further." he says, casually, as if trying to remove some of his former interest so that she might feel more comfortable in her vulnerable state. He keeps an eye on the snakes and the shining muck on her one hoof, unsure of what they might be but not at all perturbed to help if that help was asked of him. He had killed snakes, he had untangled himself from the vines of the jungle, he had beaten eel and seaweed. A good digging of teeth didn’t always work, but there is a sort of satisfaction at the idea of helping rid her of the encumbering things.
He shakes and turns himself to give her some privacy to think. She had to rest, but eventually Drosera would be looking for him. "You are welcome to rest here. I live more to the center of this place. If you need me, the whole territory likes to help carry a voice. Give a shout and I will come."
Vulcan
Vulcan