Cilla watched the exchanges that were happening. Her emotions were running high and she knew it. He was correct about that. As she watched the exchange between Fergus and the ex-monk, the apology of sorts and the offer of real help. She let the inner growl die down to a soft snarl. His body language had given a hint of humanity and his words expressed a sense of something - Guilt, shame, regret - she could not place it and she dared not to ask anyone. She knew Fergus like snow to be Alpha's and they had their pride and image to maintain. She was a yipping pup in their world, an annoyance, and her admiration or gratitude would mean little to either of them.  

Cilla struggled as she thought. On one hand, She wanted to like Fergus. She wanted to admire him for his kindness. As she looked at him, She did feel grateful and it showed on her face. On the other hand, one had to be cautious. One does not give their friendship for one kind act. She liked the thought of being able to sleep in an inn, it would be like being a lady. A bed and a bath would being a queen. She did not like the thought of taking Ferus' generosity as a hand out. It was offered to Snow and those under his protection. Snow also knew that she would need to do something worth what she received or she would not accept it.  She blew a sigh out.

Cilla then looked from Ferus to Axley and watched the bard. She would do what Snow asked her to do. How could she do less, he had helped her many times and kept her safe. Cilla looked at Axley with eyes that asked the big question, [i]Is he nice or mean?[/i] Axley knew people like she knew animals. Axley had made a point of learning peoples names and listening to their stories. She had been patient with people like Cilla that had a hard time trusting. She was glad that Axley had gotten to know her, even a little. Axley knew her name and the names of her dogs. She watched the Bard trying to read her body language on what was going on.