dang, those things are vicious

He doesn't want to hurt her. He doesn't want to hurt her. Ghoul relents when he hears the whimper, he doesn't want to hurt her. That's a small comfort, more than she's been able to take in... how long? Too long. Too long. Her nerves were raw, but she can't let that get the best of her right now. They're not out of the woods. At least he's still awake, still talking. Henbane shifts, taking his head into her lap. Gently, still applying steady pressure to the wound. As his voice grows more gruff, she stills. Tries to steady him, as best she can. To have him get agitated again... no. She wouldn't think about what that could do to him.

A clearer picture coming together in Henbane's mind, she finds herself chewing on the inside of her cheek. "You're not just some strange man trying to get me to follow you off to some pack after all," Hen smirked. It's a deflection tactic, probably. Not only could she not let him die, she really couldn't let him die. A pack that relied on him, a newborns, and a situation that (judging by the look in his eye) was a whole lot closer than her own parents. "Yeah you uh, you promise you'll be awake to tell them I'm not the one who did this to you?" Henbane was trying to joke, trying to deflect. Trying to push back against the fact she was worried for him, especially more than she had been moments before.

Satisfied the bleeding had at least stopped enough to start the walk back, Henbane climbs to her feet. Turning to pull Ghoul to his as well, a blinding pain reminds her that her own shoulder is still shredded. Hell, she's been bleeding on him the whole time she's been trying to help. Isn't that the way it goes for her.

"Speech"