She didn't say anything to his little snipes against her height.<br/><br/>Her eyes traced over his chisel form as if she was committing it to memory or perhaps she was comparing it to the boy she'd once known. He couldn't describe the amount of time that passed. He didn't feel the need to squirm under her scrutiny, rather he felt like preening. Like he was finally able to prove that he'd amounted something worth staring at in her absence. His lips twitched again as he waited for her to respond but instead of doing so in a verbose way; she managed to surprise him when she dropped into a squat. He instinctively followed the motion; whole body tensing in preparation because he wasn't sure what she was about to do. From the way they were angled he could see the curve of her breasts perfectly, and it was a struggle to make his eyes focus on her face.<br/><br/>"What are you--"<br/><br/>He paused, words dying in his throat when he felt her gently press her fingers against his thigh. The touch was foreign and yet so familiar. He found himself leaning into it; because his body never forgot her either. And then he felt warm; and a little euphoric as magic seeped into his skin; crawling into the spaces where pain was and alleviating it. Unbridled awe creased his features because she was actually helping him. He hadn't asked; or expected her to do that. Especially since she'd made her opinions on the wolves fairly clear in the last hour.<br/><br/>And yet there she was; exhibiting a hint of the softness for him that she used too.<br/><br/>It was giving him a sense of whiplash-- as the moment ended all too soon and she acted like nothing happened. She set the table; and gave the entirety of her attention to laying out the dining area; and purposefully avoided asking for his help to grab the bowls. There were enough places for all the wolves; and the smell of stew was prominent in the kitchen as she filled each of them to the brim.<i> "Come and get it!-Lyfe, eat. Don't you dare say a word about your leg"</i><br/><br/>The words were almost a hiss.<br/><br/>But--it was hardly one he could pay heed too. Roderic would notice he wasn't limping anymore anyways. His Alpha appeared in the doorway--looking even more bedraggled and tired than before. He sank into one of the seats--and seconds later Corey and Daya appeared--with the sparse number of wolves trailing behind them. Lyfe didn't sit right away; his eyes were fixated on Raelyn still; torn between thanking her and teasing her. Eventually he shook his head and joined the pack. He sat down next to Daya; who looked like death warmed over. And nudged her bowl closer to her.<br/><br/>She was probably missing her girlfriend; on top of mourning the loss of their friends.<br/><br/>She still had to eat though.<br/><br/>At his prodding she huffed, and rolled her eyes. "I'm really not in the mood."<br/><br/>She was normally the life of the party. A veritable firecracker with dimples and a smile that set those around her at ease. But she was so incredibly exhausted her eyes were drooping; and she was shoving her food around instead of eating it. "Eat: Thick thighs save Lives Daya. Gia is gonna complain that we never feed you when you get home." The words induced a tired grin and she hummed leaning against him. The pack had no problem with casual contact. Daya was like his little sister; and right now she was ball of emotions. Trying to keep her shit together for Corey.<br/><br/>"You bastards don't feed me." She complained, sighing heavily before attempting to eat her food.<br/><br/>He made a face at her and shrugged. "That's why we're with witches tonight. They are good at taking care of strays." His gaze slid meaningfully to Raelyn. "And they have the magic touch." He was subtly bringing up his newly healed leg without actually saying the words.  Daya followed his gaze with a quirked brow, and her lips pursed in confusion.<br/><br/>"Okay...What the hell ever weirdo." She hadn't been in the pack long enough to know about their relationship with this coven.<br/><br/>And no one had known about his feelings for Raelyn-except the witch herself.