Her Gratitude

Roseanne sat on the edge of her bed, her hands resting on her lap, fingers fidgeting nervously. She kept thinking back to everything that happened today. The way Davian jumped in to protect her without a second thought, and the strength he showed—it was all so clear in her mind. She wanted to thank him, to do something to show her gratitude, but she wasn't sure how. Her gaze wandering around her room, searching for an idea.

Suddenly, her eyes brightened. Cooking. She could cook something for him. Back at the Red Moon Pack, she always helped in the kitchen, and though it wasn't much, it was something she could do. She didn't know if Davian would like it or even care, but she wanted to try.

When she arrived at the kitchen, the cooks were hard at work, each focused on their tasks. Roseanne stepped inside, and for a moment, no one noticed her presence as they were all caught up in their work. Finally, one of the cooks noticed her and blinked, looking somewhat surprised.