She seems to be barely able to move or mewl, remaining still as Arkain grabs her, eyes still closed, seeming to have some difficulties to breathe. She looks like she's about to loose consciousness. A faitn mew escapes her lips when he kisses her head, then she wriggles some as she feels the warm and soft flesh surrounds her head, then her shoulders and her frotn paws, slowly working down her body.<br/><br/>It feels quite nice, and her little tail flicks slowly, as she knows where she is and where she is going, and this sounds like the nicest of spot to rest after such an adventure. The little striped cub didn't really understood what Arkain meant about healing her in his special spot and such, but, right now, she doesn't really cares. And she trust her adopted daddy anyway.