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Sophie had never gotten word about the April Fools incident, but after a certain amount of time she began to accept it along with every other strange thing on this Island: if she could be turned into some chihuahua thing, then she could certainly lose months of time. She only hoped that the tag they put into her ear, which she'd been too worried about to remove, didn't mean they'd done testing on her. It was a bother, really, but she didn't want to risk the wrath of the labs by taking it out if they'd intended it to be there. She wasn't going to be the one to start trouble.

So, seeing as how it was a rather beautiful day, Sophie decided to spend it outside, as she had no better way to spend her time. Donned in tattered shorts and a t-shirt tied to show her midrift, she quietly walked down beside the river, following it to where it would eventually meet either the sea or the mountains. By the way the current seemed to be flowing, she appeared to be heading upstream, and deeper into the woods, but at the moment she didn't seem to notice, lost in thought as she stared at the passing waters.

A soft noise woke her from her daydreams, and her ears perked up as her gaze jerked towards the trees, from where she'd heard the noise. In all actuality, it was probably some tropical woodland creature, enjoying the day as she was, but something set off the alarms of her instincts, reminding her of the stories she'd heard of the vicious she-wolf.

Suddenly, the idea of a stroll alone didn't sound all that appealing.

"...Hello? Anyone there?" Sophie stepped backwards, closer to the edges of the river. If anything else, she hoped that the she-wolf couldn't swim, and she could use the river to escape. "...Hello-oooo..."

The froglike sound made Sophie jump, nearly falling into the water, but she became somewhat more at ease that she had heard a ribbit as opposed to some sort of snarl. Feeling somewhat emboldened by adrenaline and a nagging sense of familiarity, the fox girl stepped forward, though still close enough so that she could jump into the river if needed.

Maybe it was just a frog...that would make sense, seeing as how she was next to a river. Frogs lived near rivers, after all. However, she also seemed to remember a certain frog from a few months ago, crying in the cafeteria...what was his name...

"...Newton, is that you?" Sophie had never learned the frog-man's shortened name in their last encounter, but had never thought him to have a nickname of sorts: she simply assumed that he went by his given name. "It's Sophie...Uh...we met a few months ago, I think. Is that Newt, or am I just talking to some random frog?" She laughed a little at her last statement: oh joy, now she was going insane.

Sophie heard Newt's voice before she saw his face, and was rather surprised to see a completely frog looking stare in her direction. It seemed Newt had finished his changes...but what seemed to catch her eye the most at the moment were the three long scratches on his snout, at first causing her to think of the she-wolf, but then came thoughts to help him, and because the latter over-ruled, she came closer, a worried look on her fur-covered face.

"Hey there...what happened to you?" Her ears were perked, alert to the possibility that a predator could be nearby, but for now, her human half was focused on the frog. "Are you okay?" She bent down to get a better look, but stayed a good five feet away so the man wouldn't be startled. "Maybe you should go get that cleaned up, y'know?"

Sophie opened the box, fumbling through it until she found what she was looking for: a roll of pale peach cloth, bundled up and held together by a little metal clasp meant for tying it down. She was about to jokingly make some comment about her victory when Newt asked her name, and she looked at him, her large eyes blinking before she smiled in an understanding fashion.

"My name's Sophie. Don't worry, it's been such a long time...your name's Newton, right?" She hadn't thought of the possibility that she'd remembered it wrong, but if there was a time to ask, it would have been then.

"It's easy to remember people when everyone's so...different," Sophie responded, looking from Newt to the bandage. "Uh...is it? I've used it for cuts before...not on my face, granted, but I think closing up the wound would be better than nothing." She looked back to his cuts, trying to figure out how she could best tie it down without closing his mouth. "I'm thinking the labs would have a better time fixing you up, but I don't know how much you'd want to do that." She gestured to her tagged ear to make a point.

Sophie frowned: she didn't like the idea that she wasn't human. She was still who she was on the inside, right? That's all that mattered, didn't it? However, her eye caught the blood dribbling down his chest, and she decided that now wasn't the best time to argue philosophies with an injured frog: there were better things she could be doing with her time.

"Well, either way, we need to get this bleeding stopped, so I'm going to try something," she said, her voice somewhat strained as her mind wandered back to the previous topic. Was she still the same person on the inside, if her personality was simply a mixture of chemicals and electricity? Had they really changed her? How could she compare? Her brows furrowed as she searched through the box again, pulling out little square pieces of gauze and sticking them to his cut, wiping the blood first. "I think I could use the bandage to tie down the gauze, and that could hold you over for a little while. Seriously, though, you might want to get in touch with a doctor. Are there any non-lab doctors on the Island? Someone who could help you?" Her ears twitched as she looked at the frog, keeping a slight pressure on the gauze. If nothing else, it would stop the bleeding.

"An animal expert would work, I guess, or they'd at least know how to care for this a little better than I would," Sophie responded, shrugging. Now came the tricky part. Holding the gauze with one hand, she picked up the bandage and slipped that on top, working with a small amount of difficulty to hold the gauze and maneuver herself around to his back, where she could tie it back. She smiled to herself: the gauze was barely long enough to work.

"Could you press down on that? I need both my hands free," Sophie asked, looking down at the small white square. She seemed oblivious to the fact that she was practically holding him: in her mind, as long as she didn't think it to be affectionate, then it wasn't.

"Hates you? What happened?"

Sophie made quick work of the bandage once both her hands were free, and tied it behind the back in a double-knotted bow that would be difficult to pull free without humanoid fingers. She'd stumbled once while tying, but that was merely part of the process of getting used to her own deformed hands, and once things were settled, she sat down indian-style opposite Newt, taking a good look at her craftsmanship. Granted, it probably wouldn't last for any longer than a day, if that, and the bow certainly wasn't masculine, but it would keep him from making the wound worse, and that was what she'd set out to do.

Filing the items from the first aid kit back into their organized box to give herself a purpose (she became fidgety otherwise), Sophie looked back to the frog, a look of curiosity on her face. "Why would someone hate you? You seem nice enough to me." With the small amount of encouragement came a smile, but nothing more: she wouldn't push the issue if he didn't want to retell.

Sophie's smile faded into a thoughtful frown, and she quietly listened, though her leg began to fidget from lack of anything to do. However, when he finished, she scootched herself closer, being mindful of her tail as she sat beside him. "Well, Richard's not the one you like, is he? Have you talked to the woman about it?" The fox girl tilted her head, the tag on her ear tinkling with the effort. "Maybe they don't see eye to eye, that's all."