Lone Star Mountain my heart has sought a thing i cannot name

it appeared he had been misheard, or at least misunderstood. despite himself, stigmata smiled - something quite rare indeed - and he snorted a plume of hot air. "my apologies, wolf, but i was not asking how you feel," he explained, eyeing the male, who might otherwise be an impressive figure, as he began his struggle to rise. the ironwraith watched the painful process in dreary silence; admiring the male's shuddering plight with an assessing glance and no encouragement to speak of. he waited until the male stood hunched at a middling height, before speaking again.

"i was trying to ascertain if you had broken anything, but it seems you will make it." he lifted his chin at the meaningless apology - surely this wasn't what the wolf had wanted to do, and even if he had come across diaspora in hale conformation, he would have likely been greeted with diplomacy before savagery. "you should sit, or lie back down," he lazily advised the stranger without preamble. "i will help you recover."