Trust is such a capricious thing. For some people trust was something they could freely give, knowing full well that the world wasn't such a horrible place and that anyone could be trusted. Such naïve those people, to think that trust could be given and accepted without a hefty price to be paid. There were some that were not so easily capable of extending their open palmed hand without expecting to be burned. Then there were just some that trust was something they couldn't fathom to accept or receive let alone be able to go through their entire lives experiencing such a positive thing. The troubled girl was willing to at least try. Instinct alone telling her it was for her own good she should try and trust someone, after all her species believed that survival was to live among numbers and there had to be some form of trust bound between them. It was natural for felines and canines to be against one another, but for some reason she wasn't wired to act it out. She hardly trusted her own kind and no one could blame her for thinking such a way, and so she had to outsource and felines fit the bill. The bite from Tobi didn't necessary completely break away the tiny thread between them. A small voice in the back of her mind scolded her for attempting to wash his hair, a boy she had noticed had two negative reactions to water, looking at the water as if it were a threat. He was being protective and how could she blame him for that? The animal side of her said she couldn't, but the human side of her could.

Clutching her hand close to her chest, ignoring the fact the blood was trickling down from the wound that was slowly trying to close itself, she would get off of the ground heading towards him slowly. If there was one thing she still had left going for her it was her determination. That was one core thing that her abusive pack couldn't take away from her as they attempted to break her down into nothing, maybe that is why she was able to endure through it all. Heading towards him quietly, her shoulders straight, but head lowered attempting to show a firm, but non-threatening demeanor she soaked the rag once more preparing to attempt this again. A soft grin appeared on those pink lips as she noticed his extremely tense form began to slacken. Quietly she approached him, keeping to his side so his dark eyes could be on her still she would stand there waiting, patiently, allowing him to get used to her close proximity. Taking a soft sigh she would murmur softly to him her gratitude.

"Thank you."

With his dark sticky hair falling about over his young features her wet rag would gently reach his hair, and without hesitation or pause she would gently slide the cloth down. Her long nimble fingers gently following after, using her fingers to untangle the sticky mess. Yet her tough was gentle and she would hum softly, a way of sedating herself and perhaps him. The gentle melodic tone warm and soothing not missing a beat should her fingers come across a rather nasty tangle. Yet even in those hardest spots she would gently move her fingers through it, unwinding the tangle, being very careful not to hurt him. With the help of her patience, the warm soapy water, and her soft fingers it wouldn't take long for her to get through the tangles. Yet still his dark locks were sticky and so, the cloth would gently go over it, taking the sticky residue with it. Every now and then she would have to dunk the cloth into the warm bowl and wringing it out extremely thorough, and thus would be the cycle. As his focus was on the wooden table, blue-grey eyes would watch his fingers for a moment, before tilting her head to the side puzzled at his comment. A bit concerned she would respond slowly, making note it was easier to speak in such a way to help him understand.

"What do you mean? I think you are a good leaner...We just have to figure out what works best to teach you."

Having absolutely no idea what he meant she hoped her answer would suffice for now before she could actually be able to understand. As nimble fingers continued to glide through his hair taking away the stickiness, she noticed her injured hand was slowly healing up, the blood drying and the pain not as throbbing as before. Continuing with the rhythm and sequence of washing his hair, untangling it, and taking away the leftovers of the s'mores, a wry smile crept on her face at his comment. In her mind he had every right to hold the blame, but a part of her felt she was to blame as well so she would brush aside his comment choosing to believe he wasn't the apologetic type. As her fingers gently ran through his hair looking for any more snags she would respond to his comment providing him a little bit of advice.

"Yes, you were a prick. But, you can also be good too...like right now...and if other people can't see that...then you don't need to be around them."

Momentarily her fingers continued to run gently through his long locks having been successful at detangling it and making it much cleaner than it must have ever been before. Absentmindedly she was continuing this process enjoying the feel of his soft hair before she noticed she had been done a few minutes ago. Pink began to appear on her cheeks as she stepped back grabbing the bowl and heading towards the sink washing it out, before washing her own hands. Turning around she'd grab the chair that she tripped over and brought it back to the table sitting down in it facing Tobi. The pink still appeared on her flawed features as she pulled some of her golden curls from her eyes. A polite smile on her lips as she watched him carefully, eyes going over to his hair quite pleased with herself.

"Now then, I believe you get to ask me to do 7 things. Do you want those favors right now or do you want to save some for later?"

The first time she offered this bribe to clean his hair and hands she promises him one thing. Then when he denied her she tried for three things clearly having caught his attention. After the whole bite attack to her hand, offering to clean his hair she had driven the final nail into her coffin offering him 3 more times. She was now sworn into his debt to perform whatever 7 things he wanted. One would think she had just sold her soul to the Devil, and one would be right. Yet a promise was a promise and whether that was to God or the Devil himself, she would follow and keep her word. It did not matter if he could count properly or not, and she could have easily cheated him and said she only owed him 4 things, but lying was not part of her nature. Trust was everything to the woman and although he had attacked her she was willing to at least try to keep that thin thread between them still tethered. We are all human and we all make mistakes. Besides, a promise was a promise.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven