Hey, nurse, can I get your number?

He blinked a couple of times with surprise when Syanna explained that he had a fractured rib and that he was lucky it didn't shift and do more damage. Well, he supposed that at least explained why it hurt so much. Maybe it really was more serious than he had thought at first. He huffed with displeasure at the thought of having to lay still for a whole week, but if that's what it took then he supposed there wasn't really a way around it. "Fiiiiine," he grumbled with a smirk, hoping that she knew he was just teasing her back. At least the pain helped distract him enough to keep him from acting like a complete dummy in front of her like he had the first time they met - although he still managed to somehow get caught up in her looks while he was laying here sharing glances with her, a little smile pulling across his lips.

He smirked a little when she mentioned how he had thrown himself in front of a saber cat for her so of course she had to save him. She didn't have to, but he was grateful she had. He gave a small shrug and a shy smile in return when she thanked him - while also making sure to point out how it had been dangerous and dumb. "I couldn't just let some cat eat you," he commented, not really wanting any praise or anything for saving her. He was sure his dad would make a big deal about it if he hadn't already and he didn't really want all the attention. Reckless or not, it had just been part of how he was raised. Protect anyone that couldn't protect themselves and look out for those he cared about. Those were the only real big lessons he had been taught growing up and that wasn't going to change now. Besides, a bite wound and a fractured rib was nothing in comparison to to how he would have felt if he could have prevented her getting killed and he hadn't.

He frowned a little when she refused his offer and was already silently planning to make sure he gifted the herbs to her or snuck them into her bag or something. He wasn't just going to let her use up so manyl of her supplies on him and be left with nothing, especially not when she had told him about how she used them for trading and to get other supplies. But, when she lifted her leg a bit to point out how she wasn't going to be going anywhere for a couple of weeks he at least knew he didn't have to worry about her leaving for a bit. Before he could comment on that though she brought up how his father was the alpha, making him groan and roll his eyes when she not only called him Speckles again, but made it even worse by calling him *Prince* Speckles. "I'm not a prince," he insisted with a huff, giving her a playful glare in return.

He lifted his head a bit to get another drink of water and just happened to shift a little too much in the process, making that pain flare up again and making him wince with a grunt, laying his head back down with a sigh and breathing through it for a moment till it calmed back down. "I'm not in line to take over the pack, I don't want any special treatment just cause my dad is the alpha. I'm not a prince," he insisted after a moment once he was able to speak again, giving her a more serious look. He didn't really like to think about his dad being an alpha. It was one of the things he had hated growing up, hearing his dad talk about how he wanted to start a pack and how he'd "get to" take it from him when he was older. Luckily, life had taken his father a different way and he had ended up with The Hallows instead of founding his own pack so Artorias ended up being the heir to it instead of himself so he had been able to let go of a lot of that resentment he had toward his father when he was a pup.

"What are you going to do when you're able to walk again?" he asked before she could make any follow up questions or comments about his prince-ness or lack there of, eager to move the topic off of himself. "You... you don't have to leave, you know," he added shyly with a flick of his ears. "I mean, if you wanted to stay here you could. You know... Permanently. Like... live here." Man, he was doing a great job of selling this. His face flushed and he finally just made himself stop talking, waiting to see what her response would be.

Ezra Adravendi