It was safe to say she was glad her friend didn't put much resistance once she stayed by his side and kept him company. She knew just how convincing she could be when she wanted to, and there was no way she was going to step aside. Polair's lower lip fell down slightly as she felt Buffel's hand on her own, she... really didn't expect that-- nor the sympathetic hand squeeze. Nevertheless, even if she had replaced her smile with a confused expression, Polair mustered enough energy to replace it with another small smile again. Really, smiling was energy consuming sometimes, but it was worth it.

If that somehow makes him feel better... Of course it's worth it. With slightly puffed cheeks, Polair was guided back to the bed soon after the doctor finished patching up Buffel's wounds. The child promised them she wouldn't recklessly get up again, more after they ensured that keeping still for the night could help her get better faster. So she accepted the help and rested her aching body. One hand was gently placed on her chest and the other laid on the side. Just as she was about to shift her body in a more comfortable position, she felt a tug on her hand. At first she put a bit of resistance, but after realizing it was Buffel, she let him drag it along the edge of the medical bed. The highblood stiffened as she got a peck on the back of her hand, even more confused than before.

"Buffel, what was--" She mumbled to no one in particular. But after many hypotheses and resisting the urge to bother him again, Polair just assumed he was thanking her in a very unexpected way. Her muscles relaxed, once she gave that form of gratefulness a meaning. As sleep slowly took a hold of her she whispered,
"You're welcome. I..."

I'll be here for you, always. Never forget that.

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