Moonspear The Knightly Retirement

She was quiet but dutiful in providing what support she could for Nishu. They had him up and moving, although it was understandably slow going to the secluded overhang she had in mind. The scent of blood and bear was still stinging her nose, even as they left the remainder of the scene behind -- after only a passing glance that suggested those remaining there tend to it appropriately. It did not need said that Nishu warranted the most of their attentions for now (for more reasons than just because he asked for them), though she did worry offhandedly for Wildfire and even Floki. She had not fully gauged their well-being in the aftermath of it all.

But they made it to a full stop and she was biting back her concern, one riled by sight of such injuries and knowing absolutely that even she could not see the fullest extent of it. She was eager to summon Thistle for her more formal prognosis, but wished to get him settled in and halfway comfortable first. In the meantime, she listened.

She knew she visibly tensed when his whole speech was punctuated with coughed up blood. That was worrisome, and the injury she knew couldn't be tended like any other. But she refocused, and sighed softly before she could even begin what to say to him.

To her, he'd always been a part of the pack. Not.. in a traditional sense, but dammit, he had been there for her. Even if it had mainly been for Rain and even if he had an impeccable way of getting right onto Charon's nerves, he still had been there as a part of something in Amekaze's life for a while now. Frustration began to mount and was quickly encouraged by the impending unknown of his survival.. Thankfully, Charon replied simply and reminded her that there had been a request in here, of all things. "Of course," she tacked on behind his words which she had nodded along to.

She did not want to.. ignore his knightly titles and all that it had stood for by saying that she didn't feel this was necessary, but for someone in his (very wounded) position, she was not going to argue. He was officially minted now as a Moonspear wolf, on all accounts. But.. to her, it was just as it had been. Well, minus the injuries which were distracting her majorly. With them, hung a delicate balance. "Now with that settled, you need to rest." she eyed him sternly, although it did little to mask her worry.