Hey, nurse, can I get your number?

Seeing him eating was a good thing—a very good thing. A healthy appetite meant his body was recovering and needed all the fuel it could get. That did Syanna's guilty heart some good, as did seeing him joke about his pain. She gave him a wry smirk that screamed "I don't believe you" but didn't razz him about it any more, especially not when he admitted it hurt. She figured as much. "You broke your eighth rib on the right side, dummy. You're lucky it didn't shift and puncture anything important," she said between bites of mammoth. "So try not to move so much for the next week or so. It was just a partial fracture, but it doesn't need to get any worse." That had been her biggest fear when patching him up, that the fractured rib would break clean through and stab something vital. She couldn't bear the thought of being forced to watch Ezra bleed to death internally and not be able to do anything about it.

While Syanna finished her breakfast slowly—she had always been a leisurely eater—she watched Ezra while he watched her back. Sky blue eyes held emerald green between the two wolves, neither of them saying anything. They were each silently grateful the other was still alive. While Syanna didn't doubt her medical training or experience, she didn't want Ezra to be the first patient she lost. He had also been the worst case she'd ever tended to, so it had really been a trial by fire sort of situation. She didn't know if Ezra had any real comprehension of how rough his situation had been or if he was always this cool when facing down death, or maybe he was trying to act tough for her. If he was trying to look impressive, it wasn't working.

Ezra thanked her for saving him, perking Syanna's ears up and bringing a bashful smirk to her lips. "Well, you threw yourself at a giant cat to save me and got hurt, what was I supposed to do?" She wasn't exactly great at accepting gratitude; that wasn't something she had a lot of experience with. But she could recognize the sacrifice he'd been willing to make for her—even if it was a stupid decision. "Thank you for saving my life too. That cat would've eaten me alive if you hadn't shown up, so... even though it was a stupid stunt you pulled, I appreciate you saving my hide."

Ezra then offered her access to take what she needed from the castle storeroom as reward, but Syanna was already shaking her head. She wasn't going to pillage their medical supplies when she'd been the cause of this mess. She'd just have to make due with what she had now, maybe try to scrounge up some herbs from the nearby plains and forests. "Appreciated, but I'm not gonna rob you guys, not when you've saved me and helped me. Oh, and in case you haven't noticed..." Syanna gingerly lifted her leg in the sling to show it to him, wearing a sardonic expression. "I'm not exactly going anywhere anytime soon... Doctors say a week or two before I'm ambulatory again, so guess I'm bunking with you for a bit, Ez." Not that she minded. Having a consistent place to sleep, shelter, and easy access to food was always a good thing in her mind. "Oh, and your dad insisted I stay for a bit. Y'know, you never told me you were the son of the alpha, Prince Speckles." She shot him a roguish grin and a wink, giggling to herself.

"Syanna Alluráin"