Ouroboros Spine Disarm

Bronco yanked his muzzle back when she woke suddenly, snappling viciously in self-defense. "Hey, hey, it's Ok, it's OK," He reassured her in a soft, low voice, but she seemed to come to that conclusion on her own, relaxing once she realized that it was just him. "The bear's gone." He stated, to put her mind at ease, but she didn't seem content to stay there and allow him to tend to her. She had a home- and children- to get to...And she'd risked losing both in order to help him escape from an angry grizzly. 

"I'll be fine," He said, impressed by the fact that she seemed not to see her own wounds and pain, and touched that she was more worried about him. Of course, he knew he would feel better if he was seen by a medic...But he assumed he'd just have to find one at Moonspear. "Hey, rest up a bit, OK? You lost a lotta blood." He said, and then he smiled faintly. "You don't gotta prove how tough you are too me; you just saved my ass from a grizzly bear," He said, wincing as he realized he couldn't talk too loudly, or with too much emphasis; it hurt his ribs. "Thanks for that, by the way," He said quietly. He hoped she might stay for a bit- her family could wait, he thought, but she needed a bit more time to rest or at least tend to her own wounds before she set off travelling again. So he did his best in his pained position, to give her the full on puppy-dog eyes, ears slanted back in appeasement when he asked her again. "Just hang on for a bit, OK? I can help you clean your wounds...It's the least I can do?"

He would offer whatever help he could- and whatever she would accept, before escorting her as far back to Neverwinter as was safe for him to go, before returning to his own packlands to seek treatment.