Kate listened to him and expected him to be a bit gruff. She had never been called fox girl. She laughed to herself. Her ears lowered a bit as he did not want to be alive. Kate could not blame him. he was forced to fight to the death to live another day. His skill as a fighter would be greater than any man other than her father. The struggle for life, Kate could only hope he would find happiness in her world. She would try to teach him that life is worth living when someone cares.<br/><br/>Kate was happy he wanted to eat. She walks to the other side of bed. She take the tray and sits next to her gift. "Please call me Kate or Katie. That is what my friends call me."<br/><br/>Kate holds a mug of milk for him. His hand, torso and legs were bandaged and splinted where bones were broken or fractured. His back was covered with cold cloths, stitches and slathered with salve mixed of plant essence and oils.