"Thank you then, Rem," Arabella muttered, her full attention on the kid.
"What are you thanking me for?" his little head tilted to the side, mouth slightly agape and eyes somewhat wide.
"Well, you allowed me to call you Rem. That means you consider me a friend, am I wrong?" although far from steady, her voice still managed to stay above whispering throughout their dialogue.
"Father trusts you and you will be family soon," Rem said simply.
That answer left her perplexed; why would the boy's father trust her considering they never even met, and what would make her soon to be family?
Unless, Rem was…
"Mother never cried," his little voice put a stop to her thoughts, "She always healed too. why aren't you healing?" from where he stood, it was clear his gaze rested on her injured calf.
"Oh… That is because I am human," she started, "Human bodies don't heal as fast as the wolf kin," her hand hovered over the cut that stretched horizontally on her leg.
