Goddamnit... Daishira can't respond to her questions as clearly as he wanted to. He'd have to change form. But he couldn't do that, because he would be naked! He has his decency and it was not worth wasting it just to make conversation and explain himself to this woman. Then again, she had smiled at him. Her smile radiated kindness and reassurance and the warmth enveloped his body, calming it down further so he had no aggression left in his stance. Daishira looked on at the crouched figure. She was not kind out of blindness at least, she was actually being cautious by observing the surroundings from which he came. His sense of smell reached out over the rooftops and weaved its way around the nearby streets, then returned to its master and reported that there weren't any men following him. Good.
Her smile was a captivating one, luring Daishira in. He felt compelled to walk over to the source of warmness, for it would be better to reside and relax there for a short while. With a great effort, Daishira lifted his feet and slowly, steadily, with a limp, inched towards the person emanating warmth as if it was a fireplace and the small fire was drawing him in with its toasty aura like a loyal dog to its owner. As he walked, a trail of dust shifted from his fur.
He reached the woman and let his weight get the better of him. He collapsed next to her, not touching her in case she didn't want to get soot all over her, but near enough that she could pet him. The relief of not pretending to stay strong and just laying next to the woman eased itself into Daishira's skin. He could step into the fountain and wash away the dirt, but right now, he couldn't be bothered, put simply. It would be far too much effort to get up once again and drag his limp body all the way to the fountain. Laziness combined with weakness is a powerful persuasive force that craftily grasped onto Daishira's actions, making him stay put. The Drykas seems nice...