dieosterhase:

❀ - The hare raised an eyebrow:

«Eh? Why’d he owe ya?» She asked, handing out her arm as the teenager was preparing to freeze her wound.
She fell silent, watching his actions: she always found them… interesting. And she also liked when the boy put his hands on her, even though she would never admit it.

«Yeah, maybe he won’t get his paw on ya, but Ah’ll have ta get ta get back ta the Warren soona’ or lata’…» She huffed, recalling the last time he actually got mad at her; she ended up in her burrow for the whole afternoon, and he wouldn’t let her out until she didn’t finish painting the whole bunch of eggs that kept entering her room through a tiny hole in the wall that prevented her from running away.

She hissed when she felt the freezing hands of the boy on her wound because of the cold and the pain.

«Hey! Watch yer hands, will ya!?» She growled, pulling her arm back to check on it.

The winter spirit paused in thought, not quite sure if he was allowed to talk about that time when the children stopped believing in Bunnymund, causing him to shrink in size. In simpler words, that time when Ester’s father became a fluffy, cute little bunny.

Jack chuckled at the thought.

“Let’s just say he wouldn’t be where he is right now,” he began, trying to sound as humble as he could. “Without yours truly.” He grinned, still working on Ester’s wound when she pulled back, causing him to jerk away.

He grunted. “I was just trying to help,” he explained, keeping his hands in his pockets now. He looked at her wound, and while it still looked pretty bad, at least the bleeding had stopped. The ice had covered the open wound.

“See, it’s not bleeding anymore,” he said, almost proud of the achievement. “Now let’s get you back to your dad.” He held a hand out to help her up.