It's only going to be for a week or so. I'm waiting for it to heal enough so that I can change back and Jean can reset it without too much pain, Scott answered her. His entire demeanor perked at the feeling of fingers through his fur and understandable language finally running through his head.
He shook his head as best as he could. It wasn't your fault. Everything went wrong that could have, but I'm glad you're back, Scott admitted. He still couldn't help but blame himself for that. As the leader there that day, he considered it his own fault.
He tried giving her the best doggy grin he could when food was mentioned. Probably.