Though he elicited such intense emotions from her, it was only around Kyarst that she could feel truly at peace. A sigh escaped her throat as she examined his wound. Though it wasn't really a bad one, if one was unlucky enough almost anything could get infected. She didn't want to risk his safety, no matter how ticked off she might be. Her annoyance was shone in every one of her rough movements, though she was mostly concerned with cleaning his wounds.
"Hopefully she doesn't have a father around these parts, or you'll be lucky to not get your throat actually ripped out," she scoffed. She could only imagine such a scene, and though she'd defend Kyarst until her dying breath, part of her wouldn't be surprised if he got himself into such a scenario. "And you won't like it so much then." The woman didn't fully understand whatever they'd done; Kyarst and she had never really talked about things like this, and she was mostly naive in terms of the opposite sex. Still she groomed his wound carefully, her motions growing more gentle before she pulled away from him.
Finally, she placed a gentle nuzzle on the side of his neck as she moved to assess his wounds. They were clean now and would likely be fine, assuming he didn't go opening his wounds again or rolling around in muck. "All clean," Lysis said finally, smirking a bit at the job she'd done.
