His kind words and gentle, soothing touch does help ease Kurt's nerves bit by bit. The salve makes their skin tingle. It smells like potent herbs, earthy and sharp and warm. Healing, just like his touch. When they look up at Corrigan, they see a huge and powerful creature whose strength is truly intimidating. But they also see a man who, despite the concerned furrow of his brow, seems to be telling the truth.

He really wants to take care of them. He wouldn't hurt them over nothing. Kurt tries to settle into that thought, to really believe it, letting themself relax under his gentle touch. They really aren't a burden for being hurt. Good.

They just have to be careful to stay that way. To not become a burden in other ways.

"Th-Thank you," they say, growing calmer by the minute. They bring the rough-hewn bowl to their lips, the grassy scent of the herbal powder in their stew enveloping them as they eat, little mouthfuls at a time. It's really good. Being a pack mate is hungry work, turns out.

Speaking of. "Um... So what does a pack mate do?" they ask, still a little timid, like they feel silly for not knowing. Human relationships are probably way different from wolf ones. "I mean, wh-what are my duties here? My responsibilities? I— I wanna do it right."