Redhawk Caldera i can feel your halo

Bronco slept, having finally been able to fall into a peaceful slumber once the effects of the herbs wore off where his dreams weren't so delirious. So when he finally began to awaken, he was more lucid than he'd been over the past couple of days, and was able to realize both where he was, and who was there with him. He licked his lips and yawned, oblivious to the fact that his mother had just hurried in, and the anxiety that racked her frame as she blocked the entrance. He knew she was there, but the only thing he found odd about that was that he hadn't figured she'd care so much. Given how much he'd learned from Alyx about how Niamh had been treating her, it surprised him somewhat to find that she'd chosen now to give them a shred of her time. 

So he focused instead on Meerkat, curled up along one side of him. He felt Alyx at his flank as well, though her breathing sounded deep enough to indicate that she might be asleep. He tried to open his eyes- and could just see enough to tell light from darkness, but it pained him to fight against the swelling in his temple. He turned his head to nudge Meerkat with his muzzle. "Meerk," He grunted. His left shoulder still throbbed, so while he normally would have signed, he couldn't. "When'd you get here?" He spoke into the tense darkness.