The dying sunlight feels good to Stella. She closes her eyes and just let it soak through her. It seems to help chase away the grey that had been wrapped around her like a shroud. She nods a little bit when he asks her if she is feeling  better. Getting to her feet she shakes to rearrange her fur before going to where she had left her clothes. Fully dressed she leans back against him. Since they twin had ate before coming out she doubts that the rabbit would become a meal. "I feel tired, but not like before," she tells him.