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- tagged, Penny, Loral, Reyna (mentioned) |oc, adsfsgd even tho I wrote the post the way I did, feel free to take this in a different direction bc I def don't want Penny to have to sit out or anything!! 1,058 words
A slight nod of Lysander's head is all he does to acknowledge Loral's quick feet when she shuffles to make room for him. He simply tips his head, before his gaze falls back onto poor Penny. A roll of the medic's eyes is almost a little too blatant as the young woman commented on the sun- though obvious in nature, it held no ill-feeling. Only a worrisome tinge that often edged into his heart at the sight of a fallen pack mate- in this case... quite literally. He can't help but shake his head as he settles down next to her, feet planted solidly into the soft soil as he squats beside her, settling himself in a little more comfortably in order to 'do his thing' as the others (-including himself, if he were being truthful) would have phrased it. "I know you weren't necessarily asking me, but I can't imagine it to have been a good thing to stare at the giant ball of fire in the sky there- please don't tell me you've gone blind too." he clicks in the same half joking manner as she.
Leaning closer for a good look, Lysander had no doubts about her likely purpling chin. The Korean couldn't stop himself from wincing in her place when she prods at the injury and he doesn't hesitate to reach out and gently hold her wrist, keeping Penny from poking it for any longer than she already had. "Please let it be," he murmurs under his breath, "If you want my honest opinion, I think it'd do more than bruise if our physiology didn't have its advantages- you'll give everyone a heart attack with that kinda beard." he jokes, laughing quietly and shaking his head. "Though your bruised chin isn't as much of a concern as your head is- you'll probably be bedridden for a bit with that hard of a hit."
It was odd to see Penny simply choose to not immediately dig into the food landing in her lap. Though given the circumstances, Lysander wasn't exactly surprised. As his pack mate sat up, the medic could practically feel the way her body tensed, the sudden change in perspective likely doing things to her... injuries at the moment. He chooses to wrap a steady arm around Penny's waist for support, shifting a little close so the hapless warrior could lean on his shoulder for support if she so chose to. "Still ate it over my baking though-" he jokes bemusedly, "-Ah, yes the human. The one we're keeping as prisoner, right? ...I still don't think a stranger is worth the massive headache you're about to have but- to each their own, I suppose." The medic pauses. To be frank, he wasn't entirely sure of what to think with the human prisoner- Lysander wasn't even entirely caught up on the problem at hand there and almost expectantly awaited some formal update at this point. (One that the Korean man didn't think he'd be getting, he'll probably have to actively ask someone later, when he was given the opportunity to do so.) "With a tumble like that- maybe I should even go visit them on your behalf though, hm? Don't let this incident go in vain?"
The soft joking ceases as soon as Penny scrambles to get on her feet, wobbling as she stood up. Lysander watched as her expression quickly morph from enthusiasm to panic-stricken and within seconds, the man was back by her side, on his feet, arms shooting out to grab her and all. "Not so fast-"
The medic wraps a strong arm around her waist once more, pulling her closer to his frame purely out of fear that the girl would topple over without some sort of support to keep her up. More than anything, the man was amazed by her sense of balance even with her head injury- she hadn't flopped over like a fish out of water all over again with her concussion (-and yet, she was completely and entirely healthy when she did take her fall, how ironic.)
The sheer horror in Penny's voice speaks volumes- practically screams, and Lysander couldn't stop his body from reacting once again; another flinch, a twinge in worry. His hold on her tightens, though the medic isn't sure whether it was for her or for himself. Worry also eats at the man even when he takes a deep breath and shakes his head "Breathe- take a deep breath for me, okay? Don't freak out, it won't help your chin or your head much." His voice is calm, but the same sentiment doesn't reach his own mind. What if this is it for her, what if she just cut off all connections with one accident- no stop. She probably just needs some time to heal and it'll be fine. Don't think so negatively. A shudder runs through him inwardly- Lysander's calmness has never been more superficial.
"It's probably your concussion that's keeping you from shifting- like I said. Bedridden- for the next few days at least. I'll be preparing you some meds and have them ready by evening, but for now- off you go to lay down- er. I mean, I'll probably have to take you up there, but you understand." he pauses. The thought of Penny losing her wolf forever admittedly lingering in the very recesses of his thoughts now, slowly inching forward. Though Lysander had been named the pack medic long ago (-or at least, it seemed, now), there was still much to learn and this would likely be one of those. A twenty-four year old was no guru or shaman or whatever, after all. "Alright, that's it for now. Unfortunately you'll be out of commissions for today at the very least- and if you're fortunate enough, maybe you'll be good by tomorrow."
Lysander turns away from Penny to tip his chin towards Loral, instead. "Go ahead and excuse her from any patrols, and let princ- er, Reyna, know as soon as she gets back from who knows where. If anyone gives you any issue with that, just tell 'em to take it up with me, I'd appreciate it."
(Oh and- oh boy, was Lysander definitely not looking forward to Reyna returning from whatever she was doing... likely with more than one scratch- please not another concussion- or hell, worse.)



