Eirin smirked slightly. It was the sort that knew he had finally struck a cord that might poke the she-wolf into finally fighting to live instead of hiding in the corner waiting for the other shoe to drop. He threaded the needle after pulling the items from the water. Carefully he sponged the area he would stitch with the water alcohol mixture before setting to work. His hands were gentle as he tended to her, "I don't need to know you to see a woman who has forgotten to live for herself and not others."<br/><br/>His voice was softer now more comforting than chastising as it had been, "You like baking I heard. And not not via the walls either but that loud mouth of a preacher," He felt the need to clarify that he didn't intend on listening to her words unless she wanted him to hear them, "He needed me to hear his words which is why I heard them. I'll always here what you need me to hear. I shepherd the dead but I seem to be doing more so lately for the living."<br/><br/>The thought made him chuckle slightly. Once finished he got some bandages and medical tape and put the patches over her injuries, "I'll have to check on them before you bed down at night and once more in the mornings till they are healed enough to remove the stitches," He explained before reaching out and petting her head in an almost loving way, "Cheer up, little one. This is your life."