Redhawk Caldera You're nothing but a pack of smokes and a bag of tricks.

Bronco didn't flinch at the flash of teeth from the teenager. He watched her, softly hoping that her features might gentle once she realized that he wasn't trying to tell her what to do- but leading her to something that she'd wanted more than anything else. He, too, turned to look at Reyes, and found his own expression softening when he realized that the look on Reyes' face was something close to bliss, in comparison to the way he usually looked. It was just what Bronco knew- the look of a loving father, who just wanted to be closer to his kids. 

He'd begun to step back even before Sorana commanded him to do so, though when she spoke to him so rudely, he stopped. He would not parent her, but he would also not tolerate this rudeness as he knew it was something that her mother also would not permit. If she hadn't been so rude, he would have moved off on his own, to leave them together. Teya had said that she wanted for Sorana to see her father, so he had felt fine leaving them together up until the very moment Sorana got snippy with him. 

He saw them greet each other, and turned his head away. Maybe he should just go, and leave them in peace. It might make Sorana a bit more kind toward him if she fully understood that he was willing to let her have contact with her father. He didn't trust Reyes...But he trusted Teya's words. And if Teya could trust him with her daughter, then he should as well. 

So he took a step, and then another. He'd begun to walk off when he heard Sorana's voice cry out, like a gentle, dying bird. 

Daddy, what's wrong?

He knew the fear and dread in her tone; it was the same, absolute anguish he'd felt before, when his own father had died. Wide-eyed, he whipped around, to see Sorana hovering- and Reyes...Reyes was on the ground. Fear gripped his heart and he took a couple furtive steps foward, as Sorana began to shout at her father. Reyes was not moving; and his features were slackened in such a way that he was surely not conscious. 

Bronco tilted his head back and called loudly for @Bridget, @Eljay and @Teya. The former two for medical attention, and Teya because he was certain Sorana would not listen to him.

No, she rounded on him and demanded him what he had done. She'd pounded her father's sides with her paws, trying to shock the breath back into him, but it hadn't worked. He didn't respond to her, but moved swiftly, stiffly to Reyes' side, and shoved his muzzle in front of Reyes' slightly opened mouth. No breath. "Come on," He growled softly, and set his paws on the man's ribs gently, but then began to do compressions himself. "Breathe, Reyes, breathe!" He said, through gritted teeth. He had no idea what he was doing. He was careful with his movements- he did not want to fracture Reyes' ribs beneath his paws, but he wanted to move the air in his lungs. He tried to do one push every second or so. "Come on! Breathe!" He begged, an emotional cry making its way into his voice. 

He felt the loss of his own father; 

he did not want Sorana to know that pain. 

"Dad....Please...Send him back...Wraen, Dad, Hydra, Prim, Osiris, anyone....Please....Please send him back. Not for me, but for her."

He prayed in his thoughts while he continued to administer the only first aid he knew, tears of frustration and grief beginning to spill over the edges of his eyes.