Enya's POV
Nodding her head she completely understood where he was coming from. Not that he could she her agreement since his eyes were swelled shut from the brand that covered his burned flesh. However anger courses through her from the packs brutally and deaf ears. "Don't you worry I will take care of them." She vows reaching to her animal skin belt. Untying her water bladder and uncapping it. Reaching down she moves her hand under his head and lifts his head up. "Water," She stated bringing the water bladder to his lips. She didn't understand why she felt the need to help him out as she owed him nothing.

Letting him finish drinking his fill she then stood up after laying his head down gently. Walking over to the fire she pulls off the rest of the rabbit and brings it to him. "Here's some food for you. I'm going to gather some things and treat your burned face." She explains before moving away. Not really giving him a chance to respond. He also needed clothing however she didn't know how he felt about animal skin clothes as she had no connection with the outside word she was a true loner.

Crow's POV
Her vow to take care of the pack confuses him. But it was her touch that makes him flinch. Crow wanted to get away, thinking that anything that touched him would cause pain, but he didn't have the strength to struggle. He was grateful when it wasn't harm she gave him, but water instead. In that moment, he didn't think he had ever tasted anything so good as it slid down his dry throat. When he finished and she pulled away, Crow figured that was the last of her kindness.

To his surprise, the sound of her returning feet fill his ears before the scent of food nearly makes him drool. The cooked meat is in his hands and she is gone before he can even thank her. Crow would make sure and do so when she got back, but for now he just worried about eating. Not even caring what it was.

After he finished, Crow carefully tried to sit himself up. It wasn't easy, and once he was up he somewhat slumped forward. The adrenaline that had given him the strength to run away had long since gone, leaving him with nothing but the aftermath and pain. Reaching up a shaking hand, he tried to push his disheveled blondish brown hair back away from his face, only tilting his head towards the sound of her returning footsteps.

"My name is Crow." He offered her, not sure if she cared to know or not. Without being able to see her, Crow couldn't judge by her expressions what he should say and what he shouldn't. "I'm.... sorry, that I crossed your border." Not that he had been given much choice.