Crux didn't know how long her worked to resuscitate the girl but he felt her twitch under his paw and he was about to lean forward to try and catch the sounds or feeling of her breathing when she gasped to life and he gently guided her head to the side, again to help make sure she didn't choke, and as water and blood splattered the ground Crux bit back on his anxiety the mixture brought him. Instead he placed a paw gently on one of hers, seeking to both keep her from jumping up too suddenly but also to offer a silent sign he was there, for whatever comfort that gave her. "You're okay, just breathe." He said softly, unsure if she could even hear him over her coughing fit but unlike their first meeting this time he was less panicked for her, at least right now. The coughing meant her body was trying to work out something, in this case probably the ingested and inhaled water. For now it was actually a good sign. Still he watched her carefully, looking for any sign that the fit was shifting, changing to something worse.
Finally Cryptis seemed to focus on him and despite himself he couldn't help but smile softly when her gaze met his, finally letting himself feel relief. They were both okay. They'd both survived. He probably should have realized even that was too good, he never got that lucky. He watched as Cryptis opened her mouth but instead of any words all the escaped her lips was blood. Crux did his best not to look too alarmed. He was moderately successful. "Don't speak, just focus on breathing. You can get more comfortable." He said softly, hoping he sounded more sure of himself than he felt. He wanted to tell himself it was just that water had gotten into her system and she like him had crystal growths that affected her, hers were just internal. But he didn't know, couldn't know, so for now he was trying to keep an eye on her and praying that once she'd caught her breath and gotten herself warm and dry things would be fine. "I'm going to focus on getting us dry so we can start warming up." Their perch was outside the caves of the col, the area the pack was meant to evacuate to beyond their reach right now, at least while the water still raged. He had to consider the long term, he had no idea how long they might have to wait before the waters calmed enough for stragglers to be brought back into the fold and their next most pressing issue (he hoped) was that their drenched forms would meet the chill of winter and earn them hypothermia. Riya had already set about licking herself dry. It was important to keep panic down for that time too. He just hoped he could keep an eye on everything and nothing would need more immediate care he couldn't provide.
"Triss" & "Crux"
Updated 04/30/23: Still on indefinite scarcity, please do not remind me of threads I am behind on right now.
Crux has a 6 inch long burn scar on his throat, most of his art does not reflect this.
