When the wolf mentioned the other Vale wolves being in need, his heart sank. Again he was reminded at his inability to save them - from the avalanche, and now from the Dragon. Tenzin wondered how many of them the other aged male had seen already, or if he only knew the situation from Xi'nuata. The monk steadily watched the icy gaze of his companion trace his injuries, and he smiled weakly at the observation. "No," he confirmed gently, holding back the rest of the information though he knew it must look as if he had been torn apart by another. When offered the flowers, the monk hesitated. Were the Vale wolves not in need of such treatment more than him?
He stepped forward slowly to gain his footing, then crouched below Lecter to take his prescribed dose of geranium. Xi'nuata would curse his lack of security, for sure, but Tenzin was a testing creature. Though there was tension between the Vale and Creek wolves, the monk did not fear a wolf based on who his alliance lay with. He was a monk who served a Dragon now, and the Dragon served anger. But that did not mean that Tenzin, too, served the same anger. His lip lifted at the bitter aftertaste and he turned around to take a drink from the creek trickling behind him
Turning back to Lecter, the monk nodded to his words. "Yes. My spine is bruised and my ribs too hold injury, though I am unsure if they are just bruised or possibly broken," he evaluated himself again, taking deep breaths and staring blankly ahead. "Just bruised I think," the monk confirmed, voice hoarse, though he could not be for certain. "My throat is awful sore as well—" he paused, eyeing Lecter for a moment before deciding it wouldn't matter whether or not the shaman knew the cause of his injuries.
"I was lifted by the throat and thrown against a tree," Tenzin said with a bit of a chortle. Despite the situation, he always sought the sun in the dark side of a shadow. "I am easily light-headed. I was also lifted by the head and thrown against the ground," he explained, rolling his shoulders. His muscles were tense all over from stress and pain, and now from age. His years weighed down on him now more than ever, heavier in the dark. He swished the taste of the geranium around in his mouth before licking his muzzle.
"Mm," he hummed, turning to face a break in the trees. "There are warm springs that way. If you'd walk with me there, I'm sure we'd both benefit from a dip," Tenzin offered, though really he was asking Lecter to walk with him because his injuries were still too bothersome to make the trip alone. He didn't want to fall and break something more and be without the aid of another, even if the shaman was on a bit of temporary loan, so to speak.