Just a little change

Minutes passed, and she didn't come out. Was she afraid? Maybe. While Ivy wasn't the most imposing creature, he was also not the most normal looking. That made sense in his mind, or at least, he'd come up with a story to rationalize it. He'd come up with it, and yet... shit. There was the sound of something collapsing to the ground. A sound that made some of the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and a passing breeze carrying the blood scent much more strongly now. That couldn't be good.

"Hey..." Ivy finally spoke. "Fuck," he hissed, realizing that she really wasn't moving. He couldn't just leave her here, feeling some kind of responsibility for her. He closed the gap on graceful, deft paws. Peering into the shadows, she finally comes into focus. A girl, a pretty girl, and she really wasn't moving. From what he could tell she was still breathing, so that was a plus. The wound on her head looked pretty nasty though, and Ivy sighed softly.

The scrap of cloth wouldn't do, but it was what he had for now. "Some moss or something soft, but not gross," he directed Cami, taking up the scrap of bloodied cloth and pressing it to the wound. He needed to stop the bleeding and tend to the wound as best he could... some sort of internal healer's code. He couldn't say exactly why, but there's something honorable in there. Somewhere.

Cami dropped a large piece of relatively clean looking moss, along with a scavenged porcupine quill. She wasn't wrong, he'd probably have to stitch the wound. Likely wouldn't be the prettiest job, but Ivy didn't need to deal in pretty. Gently, he swapped the sopping piece of cloth for a patch of moss, pressing down in a effort to relieve the bleeding.

"Speech"