Redhawk Caldera I'll just mix 'em in my drink

At first the cleaning of the wounds was going as planned and he was getting good work done. The wounds seemed to be recent so that meant that they were in time to catch them and heal them up, he hoped. Eljay frowned thoughtfully while thoughts raced through his mind, continuously skipping between his relief for seeing Maia alive and his worry about what had happened, as well as the mixed feelings stirring in his gut about seeing her again. He hadn't expected to see her again so soon, and especially not in this situation. And where were Wraen and Arcturus? What if they'd gotten hurt, or worse? What if they hadn't gotten as lucky as Maia? Though the situation wasn't very bad for Maia, Eljay couldn't help but worry. What if her wounds would get infected, or what if her head trauma was worse than he thought? What if she never woke up? What if he'd lose her, too?

Before his fevered worries had a chance to culminate into anything really bad, Maia came to. Calm at first, but it didn't take long for her calmth to surge into panic. Eljay froze at first as she scrambled away from him across the floor, kicking him in the face with her flailing limbs. Shh, he murmured, unsure if she didn't realise what was going on or if she was genuinely afraid of him. It's okay, you're safe now, it's me. His voice was soft and hushed as he tried not to panic her further, though Eljay didn't make a move to close in on her again; not until she was calmer. Too much movement could prove a lot more dangerous than attending the rest of her wounds a bit later.