[He'll see she feels a bit reassured by the fact she doesn't lower her belly entirely to the earth, and her tail uncurls from its tight and nervous swishing to wave a little more freely, earnest.
Her whining trips over itself, appreciative and glad, while she wiggles herself up to him, and sinks the weight of her head against his hand. Lifting paw to drape, in this moment of acknowledgement, at the joint of his elbow. There's nothing for him to be sorry for, not a single thing.
And if he understands why she felt she had to take that measure to help him get the man free, she's even more relieved.
In any case, she's still her, Lance. They're still friends, aren't they? Huffing whimper, presently, while she tilts her face down onto his wrist.]
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Her whining trips over itself, appreciative and glad, while she wiggles herself up to him, and sinks the weight of her head against his hand. Lifting paw to drape, in this moment of acknowledgement, at the joint of his elbow. There's nothing for him to be sorry for, not a single thing.
And if he understands why she felt she had to take that measure to help him get the man free, she's even more relieved.
In any case, she's still her, Lance. They're still friends, aren't they? Huffing whimper, presently, while she tilts her face down onto his wrist.]