It's warm in Muriel's hut, the fire crackling in the hearth breaking the silence. Inanna is basking in its glow as you tend to the gentle giant. Her gleaming wolf eyes watching your every move.

He didn't have to protect you from the horrors of the forest, but he did. And you didn't have to patch up his wounds in thanks, but you are.

So here the two of you sit in heavy silence, Muriel's face tilted away as you wash the blood from his ripped skin. His brow forrowed, but his warm eyes soft.