And just like that, the dog's leg pops back into place. It probably calls for a stronger reaction than the faint smile she's wearing, but she has to keep her focus. "Just about," she murmurs, calling up a little more magic from her dwindling supply. Without that ligament to hold the bones together the way it normally would, she needs to build up the dog's leg muscles a touch; elsewise, it'll pop right back out. It's the sort of problem that would normally be fixed with a lot of time and bandages. While she can't make it exactly like it was, she can at least make sure it stays as it should.
The work only takes a minute, and then she opens her eyes and lets out a breath. "That should do him," she says, grinning up at Rowan. The dog darts forward to lick her chin, then wheels around, tail wagging, to nose at Rowan's hands. He's still favoring the leg a little, which doesn't surprise her, but at least he can walk on it.
"Go easy," she advises the dog, scrubbing her fingers through his fur. "It'll still be some time before it feels as steady as it used to. But it ought to stay put, so long as you're careful." The dog's gratitude is plain; he keeps going back and forth between them, shoving his way under Daine's arm only to circle back around and lean against Rowan's legs.
"Couldn't have done it without Rowan, of course," she adds, her playful lilt not succeeding (or even trying, really) at masking the sincerity beneath it. Though it does prompt the dog to go into another little transport of delight at Rowan's feet, which is sweet to see. "He says 'thank you,'" she needlessly translates. "So do I."
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Date: 2018-12-04 05:24 am (UTC)From:The work only takes a minute, and then she opens her eyes and lets out a breath. "That should do him," she says, grinning up at Rowan. The dog darts forward to lick her chin, then wheels around, tail wagging, to nose at Rowan's hands. He's still favoring the leg a little, which doesn't surprise her, but at least he can walk on it.
"Go easy," she advises the dog, scrubbing her fingers through his fur. "It'll still be some time before it feels as steady as it used to. But it ought to stay put, so long as you're careful." The dog's gratitude is plain; he keeps going back and forth between them, shoving his way under Daine's arm only to circle back around and lean against Rowan's legs.
"Couldn't have done it without Rowan, of course," she adds, her playful lilt not succeeding (or even trying, really) at masking the sincerity beneath it. Though it does prompt the dog to go into another little transport of delight at Rowan's feet, which is sweet to see. "He says 'thank you,'" she needlessly translates. "So do I."