That noise does something to her brain that she can't quite describe, a shudder running up her tail to the tip-top of her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge... and she keeps giving him that gentle jaw rub as she, at the very least, does manage to find and start working the buckle undone. It finally comes loose and provides him with a reprieve from the leather rubbing him raw—

But the rubbing other things are providing doesn't stop, moving instead to touch the irritated skin and even blow on it gently as she starts to do the collar back up, just on the outermost ring this time, to let it lay loose around the base of his neck instead.

"Looks painful," she murmurs, so quiet he can only hear due to proximity.