Ouroboros Spine no one wakes up one day

the darker pelaged woman's voice — cheerful — briefly startles him and his expression turns sheepish as he looks to her wondering how he'd missed her presence the first time. he still feels a bit disoriented and assumes that's the reason. glacial gaze watches with the unsteady pace of his paws slows to a hesitant stop as she approaches him. even the smallest of actions — movements he'd once taken such advantage of — cause the wounds on his neck to hurt, thus eating and to his dismay by proxy drinking are painful. she's a chipper thing, he notes and supposes that it wasn't a bad thing. it's helped to keep his mood uplifted during those times when he was conscious ...not that having two pretty woman fawn over and nurse him back to health didn't do wonders for moral because it did.

reiko. that was the pale woman. for a moment, he contemplates how to answer her question as she offers her shoulder to lean on. though part of him is stubborn and wants to refuse it, he also knows he's weak and finds himself accepting her support. regardless, he already owes both women for coming to his rescue and probably, definitely saving his life. he gives a very small nod of his head, the trying to restrict the movement to a sharp, small bob of his head in 'yes' but it still pulls at the wounds on his neck and he winces, grimacing at the small radiation of pain.