Emberwood swerve to the side, been driving all night

Takiyok would not be swayed easily, especially not by a stranger. Taikon hoped that the tactic would help, that Takiyok might see some damn sense. He let out another sigh, licking his lips thoughtfully, wondering if he had done the right thing. He had never seen Takiyok angry with him. Until now, she had been reserving most of that for Mahler. Having it directed back to him felt rather frightening. He couldn't even be mad at her. She was scared. He was too.
Okay, he said, even though the thought of her wandering around the wilderness on her own with injuries like that wrenched his heart. Taikon offered a small smile, looking back up at her. He wanted to groom her filthy fur and make sure her wounds were clean, but he held back this temptation. Your wounds... have they been cleaned? He asked it tenderly.