Hawke takes an abortive step forward as Anders approaches the door, and if he were looking at her instead of the mabari he'd see a quick flash of fear in her eyes. But it passes, or is covered, the fear replaced by a longing that then lapses back into the calm determination that characterizes her. That used to characterize her, and now does again.
She walks forward more slowly, without whatever panic drove that first step. "That was the bear," she says, and there's an echo of those nightmare nights in her voice. "I'd fallen, slipped on a patch of ice I hadn't spotted in the dark, and Teo leapt in the way. Distracted the thing for the crucial seconds I needed to throw a knife in its eye." She kneels next to Anders, places a hand on her dog's hindquarters; Teo relaxes incrimentally, as though the touch grants permission, and turns his head to lick Anders' face.
"I did the best I could with it, afterwards. There's no sort of healer up here, as you no doubt noticed. I had to rely on what I'd scraped together from watching you all those years. It's a miracle it wasn't worse." She doesn't have to say that it's a miracle Teo isn't dead. Anders will be able to read it for himself. "It was a few months ago." She doesn't want to ask, but it's Teo, so she does. "Can you do anything more for him?"
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Date: 2012-01-22 08:03 pm (UTC)She walks forward more slowly, without whatever panic drove that first step. "That was the bear," she says, and there's an echo of those nightmare nights in her voice. "I'd fallen, slipped on a patch of ice I hadn't spotted in the dark, and Teo leapt in the way. Distracted the thing for the crucial seconds I needed to throw a knife in its eye." She kneels next to Anders, places a hand on her dog's hindquarters; Teo relaxes incrimentally, as though the touch grants permission, and turns his head to lick Anders' face.
"I did the best I could with it, afterwards. There's no sort of healer up here, as you no doubt noticed. I had to rely on what I'd scraped together from watching you all those years. It's a miracle it wasn't worse." She doesn't have to say that it's a miracle Teo isn't dead. Anders will be able to read it for himself. "It was a few months ago." She doesn't want to ask, but it's Teo, so she does. "Can you do anything more for him?"