She didn't put as much pressure on him as he thought she might, and he found himself in awe of her strength. Despite the fact that her wound wasn't mortal, she still seemed very put together considering the predicament she was in. Suddenly she stopped, about the time they reached the edge of the knolls. He stopped too, bracing his figure in case she needed to rest more of her weight upon him. She expressed her need to lean on him more now, as her leg was protesting being held up so high. He nodded, offering a bit of knowledge he had. "It's best to move an injured part, even if it hurts like hell. Seems kinda ironic, but that's how it works." An ear flickered back to catch her reply, if there was to be one, all the while trying to think of a story or tale he could weave in order to keep her mind off of her pain. His mother had often told him stories of his battlefront days when he'd been too sick or injured to get around. He couldn't remember many of those word for word, but he could certainly recall his own glory days. "I guess it's not in a healer's nature to get hurt a lot... 'injury' is practically my middle name." He wasn't trying to make light of what had happened to her, but rather let her know that she would make it through this - as he always had. He continued on, carefully adjusting his pace to hers to keep from rushing her or holding her back. His tail flagged out stiffly behind him, batting to or fro whenever he was in particular need of extra balance.
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Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.
