The black cat looked to the young fox and scrunched his nose at the toothy grin, he then blinked and tilted his head. He wasn't wanting to sit still anymore. Though he did have a small understanding that by exerting himself he would hurt himself more, he knew this too well, and she looked like the type who would not want that. Mewing up at her as she got up and left he wormed onto the bed and sat up. His purple eyes then deepened as he began to morph back, he still wore what he had been from the day before. Honestly they were more so coated in dried dirt and blood that was it. Other than that the dark color made him look paler.<br/><br/>He groaned and laid on his side as he waited for her, he could smell the food being made. His black hair fell over his face as he laid there, sure he hurt but the pain wasn't too bad anymore. Most of the bruising was vanishing. Most of his kind healed fast from bruising, it was the sealed over gashes and things like that, that were bothersome. His hands were clenched shut as he laid there but looking up at her he sat up and ran a hand through his hair. His ear bent and flicked back up and his tail stood up and curled. To think that little cute cat was this thin and angry looking male.<br/><br/>He reached over and took the toast in between his fingers and pulled it over, looking at it he pulled his legs up and closer to himself. He then began to nibble off of it and used his tail to brush his hair back behind his shoulders. The length was down to the ends of his shoulder-blades. The male slowly began to actually eat it before looking up to her and pausing half way through eating and swallowed. His purple eyes were locked on her, "Why, treat me kindly?" he muttered and  tilted his head. His eyes then looked to the toast and he began to finish it off before speaking again, "Not many... actually are kind to me..." he fiddled with his tail and sighed, "Not that I hate... kindness, just not necessarily used to it..."