Kar would take note of the viking’s demeanor, of how he spoke to him. Yes, no shit Sherlock. Of course he needed hep. Anyone with eyes could see that, right? The blood that was upon his face was gruesome, though not so much so as the missing organ of sight from his face. The man would breathe in slowly through his nose as he listened to the other man spoke. He was right, he owed the favor, and the man needed help. If he helped him then he wouldn’t think of touching his family, ever again, if this was done for him. That was all that Kar needed to hear.
“Fair enough. I’ll call for my mate now.” He knew Nalyda was an adept healer, and she was the only one that he would trust with this task. He was sure that his mate would rather not treat this viking but... If it would protect their family from his then wasn’t it worth it? Kar would tilt his head back, calling for his beloved. He was sure that his oldest litter could take care of the younger two while their parents took care of this manner of business.
