The warrior was badly done in, but she... She was kind. A saint and savior. The gentle rubs, the gentle touch. It made him... Feel hope. A hope he hadn't felt in so long. Sure there had been a few times, that he could fight his way free but no- it never worked out. Now... Now he had been found. Freed. He was being taken care of. Nursed and healed. He was also glad she was the first to see the truth... Not many could change size like he could. Normally he was a full sized panther but it was the safest one right then.<br/><br/>Being able to be held like a baby, was comforting to be honest with all truth. What was more, she made him feel safe as she held him this way. As if the world had never been cruel, that this was one bad nightmare. His roars may have been pathetic but they were very heart felt. Even as he continued to "sing" by roaring  and soon finishing with a soft sniffle followed by him hearing her song. That soft voice lulled him to sleep. He woke later and soon stretched with a hiss before forcing his eyes open. Glancing about for a moment with blurred sight he swore he caught her face but he couldn't remember.<br/><br/>Nodding was all he could do but he kneaded her arm with his paws before letting off a soft purr. In his own special feline way, he told her he was feeling a bit better. Even his tail moved a bit.