why does it always have to a bear?

The woman's words brought a soft little laugh from the Klein brute. Of course she knew where the castle was. She declared herself a princess and envoy and Quill could smell the familiar scent on her coat. She smelled like Talyssa. Sisters? Maybe. How many siblings did Talyssa even have? The woman placed her shoulder against his non-injured one and they meandered back to the castle. All the while, blood continued to pour from the wound and Quill was feeling... almost drunk. The fae chastised him with a good natured tone, telling him that he shouldn't jump in front of bears and Quill grinned. "My lady," his tones were volcanic and laced with heat, "It's what I do."

Into the castle they went and Quill released a manic little giggle as he noted the speckles of blood left behind them. Almost like a rose petal carpet laid out for the pair. They were royalty now. It was decided.

Onto the cot Quill went, grimacing as his shredded neck and shoulder were jostled about. Once he was somewhat flat, the pretty lady left his side, producing a frown from the brute, complete with jutting lower lip. She returned quickly, however, a bowl of something in her paws which she unceremoniously pressed against his lips. Quill swallowed without even asking what the drink was, blush and ice eyes fixed on the fae's very pretty face.

He was very tired, the loss of blood and the trauma of the incident wearing on him. The fae told him to stay awake and he blinked bleary eyes at her, his attention caught when she told him to focus on her. Quill blinked, focusing on the very pretty face before him. Had he already said that she was pretty? Well she was. And her fur looked soft. Lifting one big paw, Quill reached out and slid his rough pads along the fae's cyan marked shoulder just to see. For science, you know. "Soft," he murmured happily.

Ears shift as the woman chastises him again, her tone playful. He liked that a lot. Who took a swipe to protect a measly princess? One brow lifted and Quill grinned. "A measly fallen prince, I suppose is the correct answer." The drugs were beginning to work and the pain was receding, but there was still that fluffy feeling of shock coursing through him. Quill motioned his savior down towards him with one paw as though he wanted to tell her a secret. When she came in close enough, that paw rested upon her chin and he pulled her into into a kiss. It wasn't anything dirty, just a brush of lips followed by a nice sweet press. Quill chuckled as he drew back against the cot, eyes on the woman's lips. "Soft," he reiterated.

"Quill Klein"