Dragongal
Miss Medic
Arryn supported him, lightly rubbing the back of his neck as she held him close. She knew those feelings, for certain - they were not enjoyable. She held him in silence for a bit, before quietly saying, "You're not weak, love, and you're not helpless either. You were wounded, but that's all, ok? You're recovering, but soon it'll be behind us and I'm sure you'll be running through the woods as a wolf, and I'm sure it won't be long before I'll need your help with something. I know it seems bad at the moment, but I promise it's not. It's gonna get better. Ok?"