Corrigan’s expression is somewhat indignant, at the barest suggestion that he'd ever do something to upset Kurt. But he can smell it too, that odd mixture of anxiety and bliss, an echo of the fear his mate had felt upon first awakening. It's less than it had been, but the fact of it's presence still has him rumbling unhappily, even as he grabs a couple of the torn cloths the pack uses to clean.
"You've got blood on your nose, 'seer," he murmurs, reaching out to gently dab some of it away, then turning his attention back to Kurt. The other cloth goes towards wiping the smudges of deer blood off their shivery thighs, along with the sticky residual salve. "They were in pain when they woke up," he says in an undertone, the confession one he doesn't want to worry the rest of the pack with. But his Beta understands, will know what to do.
Kneeling down in front of Kurt, a subordinate position that immediately gets the rest of the pack's respectful silence, Corrigan meets their glassy eyes, his own alight with concern. "Are you still hurting? We have other remedies, if need be. More than enough." His hand rests on their thigh, smoothing back and forth over a bruise -- a vivid, fresh one, one the pack had left. "Tell me what's wrong and we'll fix it."
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Date: 2023-06-02 12:12 am (UTC)"You've got blood on your nose, 'seer," he murmurs, reaching out to gently dab some of it away, then turning his attention back to Kurt. The other cloth goes towards wiping the smudges of deer blood off their shivery thighs, along with the sticky residual salve. "They were in pain when they woke up," he says in an undertone, the confession one he doesn't want to worry the rest of the pack with. But his Beta understands, will know what to do.
Kneeling down in front of Kurt, a subordinate position that immediately gets the rest of the pack's respectful silence, Corrigan meets their glassy eyes, his own alight with concern. "Are you still hurting? We have other remedies, if need be. More than enough." His hand rests on their thigh, smoothing back and forth over a bruise -- a vivid, fresh one, one the pack had left. "Tell me what's wrong and we'll fix it."