Solitude blinked when he growled at her. She knew he was a leopard, but she knew that he wouldn't harm her. He may have almost killed her before, but he had decided to save her. People didn't try to kill others, rescue them, and then try to kill them again. The guilt would play with the persons mind and most logic went against such a thing happening. "Growl all you want," she said, shrugging her shoulders. Even if he wasn't in the mood for it, it was who Solitude was. He had chosen the wrong girl to attack.
"Its not my fault that water was so [insert swear word here] cold that I can't put one foot in front of the other now."
"You sure you're not the one who needs medical attention?" Solitude questioned. She knew what it was like to stay out too long in the cold, and that freezing water picking at his skin like needles had probably done anything but help him, especially with that wound to the chest to go with it. "You should probably lay down and try to warm up a bit more." She was at least trying to be nice now. Maybe if she was nice, he would let her go faster.
"You should be moving even less than I."
Solitude snorted and shook her head. She grabbed the frame of the bed and pulled herself up, her legs shaking as if she was only taking her first steps. She felt a bit dizzy at first, and though it soon passed, she was slightly afraid to walk any further from the bed. It had been her safe haven for the time she had been here, and she didn't want Snowpaw's point to be proven by her falling flat on her face. "I can move just fine, thank you," she said. "And I don't like that tired tone. You need to sleep." She was a woman — it really had been just a matter of time before she started calling the shots.
"I'm in no mood to argue with you, so eat and drink, because there is nothing else and I can't let you starve."
He had wobbled into the kitchen and returned with the food. Solitude had taken it, and she really didn't plan on eating it... but she supposed she had to. She could always vomit later to get it out of her system and then get some real food like French fries with Misery. "Fine," the seventeen-year-old said. All she had to do was play the obedient little girl when he told her what to do and she would get out of there faster. She had convinced herself of that. She sat back down and folded her ankles and took a few sips of the tea, hiding her utter displeasure so as not to tick him off even more. She could deal with it, hopefully, and at least it was warm. If it had been cold she would have had a fit.
"How are you feeling?"
Gray eyes peered at him and she was silent for a few moments, just drinking the tea. The faster she drank, the sooner it would all disappear. "I'm feeling alright," she said. "What about you?" He didn't seem too healthy either, and if she acted concerned he might just become less of a grouch.
"Its not my fault that water was so [insert swear word here] cold that I can't put one foot in front of the other now."
"You sure you're not the one who needs medical attention?" Solitude questioned. She knew what it was like to stay out too long in the cold, and that freezing water picking at his skin like needles had probably done anything but help him, especially with that wound to the chest to go with it. "You should probably lay down and try to warm up a bit more." She was at least trying to be nice now. Maybe if she was nice, he would let her go faster.
"You should be moving even less than I."
Solitude snorted and shook her head. She grabbed the frame of the bed and pulled herself up, her legs shaking as if she was only taking her first steps. She felt a bit dizzy at first, and though it soon passed, she was slightly afraid to walk any further from the bed. It had been her safe haven for the time she had been here, and she didn't want Snowpaw's point to be proven by her falling flat on her face. "I can move just fine, thank you," she said. "And I don't like that tired tone. You need to sleep." She was a woman — it really had been just a matter of time before she started calling the shots.
"I'm in no mood to argue with you, so eat and drink, because there is nothing else and I can't let you starve."
He had wobbled into the kitchen and returned with the food. Solitude had taken it, and she really didn't plan on eating it... but she supposed she had to. She could always vomit later to get it out of her system and then get some real food like French fries with Misery. "Fine," the seventeen-year-old said. All she had to do was play the obedient little girl when he told her what to do and she would get out of there faster. She had convinced herself of that. She sat back down and folded her ankles and took a few sips of the tea, hiding her utter displeasure so as not to tick him off even more. She could deal with it, hopefully, and at least it was warm. If it had been cold she would have had a fit.
"How are you feeling?"
Gray eyes peered at him and she was silent for a few moments, just drinking the tea. The faster she drank, the sooner it would all disappear. "I'm feeling alright," she said. "What about you?" He didn't seem too healthy either, and if she acted concerned he might just become less of a grouch.