Rouche’s ears were cupped forward, while his body remained unnaturally still, his posture was still calm and relaxed. The only thing that stirred up faint traces of tension was the festering worry regarding the woman’s physical state and health. The moment she spoke, he felt himself release a breath of relief. She was uninjured and not in need of medical attention, encouraging a cordial wave of his tail to display the reassurance he felt.
The situation still felt subtly unnerving. Why was she nestled within the roots, exposed to the elements? While he understood not everyone was the same, and some enjoyed the sensation of extreme weather; This woman seemed nearly defeated as she lay there.
Was it rude to question her or her motives? Likely so. Rouche held his tongue on the matter.
While I adore my profession dearly, I am always thankful when my talents are not needed. I’m relieved to hear you are uninjured, miss,a warm smile laced with the familiarity of a good friend spread to his lips.
Green eyes followed her motions carefully, just being sure that there was nothing to fear. A realization was made, a discovery that possibly should have been more obvious considering his occupation. Rouche caught a glimpse of her eyes, the pupil of each milky and fogged over. The woman who lay in the rain was blind—likely fully blind.
I—I apologize for my rudeness, miss, but…how was he even meant to inquire of such personal subjects?
Are you alone? I am familiar with blindness. I understand the challenges you may be facing,how was she hunting? Where was her intended destination? She must not have been able to maneuver the lifted tree roots.
Before all else, please, allow me—Rouche took gentle steps forward, grazing his nose against her shoulder, enough to show his location but not invade her personal space too heavily.
Trust my guidance, let us escape the rain, miss. I will move as slowly and as carefully as you need,Rouche knew he was asking for a lot of trust, but he hoped she’d allow him to aid her.
