When he relaxed she'd find herself a bit more relieved over the fact.  She said something and it helped to calm his nerve and with that sense she was content over what she herself had said.  She'd not look to him after that, rather remaining still and happy.  By that she figured she could rest even as Atticus began freaking out over such trivial matters.  Whatever it was that got him so excited must surely of been very important but she apparently missed it.<br/><br/>She didn't care to miss it though.  Nor would she care through the entirety of their long rest.  She did not stir till Cyrus began to pet her in his wake and with that gentle touch running through the thick winter coat of hers she'd slowly open her eyes and peer up at him.  He wasn't the only one to avoid eating and indeed for days, though she actually could last a fairly long time without at the cost of her strengths.<br/><br/>She didn't care being without strength though.  Not when she felt cared for and safe under his care, and because of that feeling of security she could only smile a broad smile.  A smile she seemed to have been losing before, but now it only being obvious that she worried about going into heat.  With that broad smile she'd after bury her face against Cyrus' hand with her eyes closing quickly to get a better sense of his touch...