Qeya River take it from me, you're my dirty disease

He offered a small, faint laugh at the joke and shook his head softly. Don't be sorry. If allowed, he would aim to place a small lick against the back of one of Alarian's ears. Let me help. He murmured softly. Outlander wasn't actually positive how he could help. He was no healer. Perhaps he could help cleanse the wounds though?

His peach gaze glanced around a bit protective, wanting to make sure there were no hungry predators around or even a nosy wolf. The burly male would be ready to snap at anyone who dared to get too close.