Dulce's attention was torn, he frowned, looking over at Kath'tan. "Are you also hurt?"
Caedos glanced at his savior, nearly at eye height with him. He walked eerily similar to his hound form on all fours, his knees slightly bent, palms on the polished floor. "No." He replied, attempting a smile.
It was a terrifying expression, it looked more like he was growling, his unnaturally sharp teeth fully bared.
"Don't get too close, Dulce." Ruoxi said with concern. "He looks like he bites."
Caedos didn't understand undertones and indirect jabs, tilting his head to the side. "I do bite."
Ruoxi wore a look of disapproval. "How primitive."
Kath'tan straightened out his coat, satisfied at being asked although he was visibly unharmed. He glanced down at the Hellhound, he might be strong but he was also foolish, which naturally made him inferior.
Dulce offered Caedos a hand, "Walking is quite easy."
