By the time she makes it to the dog, the sympathetic pain in her leg isn't as awful; so long as the creature doesn't get jostled overmuch, the injury's more bearable. Maybe she could've closed herself off to it, but that would have meant shutting the dog's mind out, too, and she hadn't wanted that. She needed to let him know help was on the way.

And it's because she and the dog have been talking that she isn't surprised to see Rowan crouched by the animal's side. She is surprised by what the dog's told her about him, though. "You jumped in front of a gods-cursed car?!" is what she ends up squawking by way of a greeting.

The dog looks up at her, tail wagging despite the overall state of him. She's yet to meet a golden retriever that wasn't sugar-sweet, which makes the sight of his dangling hind leg all the more grotesque.