Happy Honeymoon

If Kivi was to pull through from her ordeal, she was to have medical attention immediately.  The Khal sent the slave for the healer and the crone who would have much more experience in the matter than the brothers did.  Lavakho was more prone to rip bodies apart than put them back together.  He pulled ahead of his brother and toward the slave who desperately tried to wake the prone wolf.  Nudging her stomach with his muzzle, he tried to gauge a reaction from her barely breathing form.  However, there was nothing but the thin breaths she took.

"Siofme jaciv shilta nymuer udoka?" He asked, nudging her side again.  In Lavakho's experience, one that was unresponsive like this was shut off from the world.  Deaf.  Dumb.  Blind.  However, unbeknownst to him, that was not the case.  He turned to his brother. "Yth rigluin ekess rihlilg hesi aesthyri," he stated, dry and matter of fact. "Tepoha wux siofmea zahae claxir vi Khaleesi?"  Surely, that would be the answer.  The Dotharan needed someone to watch the females... to keep them in check.