Redhawk Caldera Luck be a lady

Pantaleimon grew fond of Roz throughout their journey. Not just because he really enjoyed her company, but also because she was so caring, giving up so much just to bring him home. She'd not gain much from it, if anything; not enough, at least, to pay tribute to the sacrifices she'd made and the time she'd spent. Pan didn't really want her to leave anymore (and that other thing was on the back of his mind too, now that the pain had subsided and he was beginning to feel a bit more like himself again), but knew that she probably would. Well, not even probably.

They'd taken a good while to get here; Pantaleimon had not been feeling himself so he did not remember how long, but he was pretty sure it must've been days, probably many. He didn't even remember. His voice had returned gradually and the swelling in his throat had subsided mostly, but it still hurt to talk. However, when Roz asked who to call, Pantaleimon's answer was swift as he said in hoarse voice: "Perry." He probably should've asked for Sebastian or Ashton or anyone else with skills in the healer area, but Pantaleimon didn't care right now. All he wanted was to snuggle up to Perry and fall asleep safely. He could always get checked up later, and if he'd end up dying from this, then at least he would be by Perry's side again.