The directions given to him were met with a raised brow, but the shifter moved to follow them anyway. The only 'healer' that he knew of was the pack doctor, and that was just because he was good with medicine. Still, a bit curious, and cautious that this might be some sort of trap he reached over and ran his fingers lightly up the female's sides before stipping just below her breasts. His palms were pressed against her form, her warmth seeping through the clothes that she wore as he applied pressure to help get the ribs back into place. He could tell that she was hurting a lot from this, but as she hadn't told him to back off or stop, he kept doing what he had been told and could feel the bones actually mending themselves under his touch.<br/><br/>Seconds ticked by, then minutes. He wasn't sure how long it had taken, but he watched as Melissa grew more pale while channeling all of her remaining energy in this taxing task. Eventually, her form went limp, resting against the cliff's wall as well as his own form. Tyne finally moved his hands away from where he had been helping keep the bones in place, then gently wrapped them around the frail looking form to keep her close. Leaving her like this, now, was something that he just couldn't do. It was either take her with him or wait here for her to wake up. And, considering he didn't know how she would react to waking up somewhere else, he figured that staying put and supporting her was the best course of action. Plus, the way she was resting against him, her soft breaths fanning over the skin along his shoulders, was surprisingly soothing to him.<br/><br/>How long had he been alone? When he blended in with the humans, he never allowed himself to really get close to them if he could help it. He had done the odd job here or there, but always left before the twenty-eight day cycle was met. Some werewolves weren't shifters and some shifters weren't werewolves, but his pack had been both. Outside of the full moon, they had their human and feral forms, but during the full moon, the two forms were at war with each other and a hybrid form was held for the three nights, only to fade during the days, leaving them in a forced, weakened human state. The belief that killing a werewolf on a day other than the full moon phase was one that Tyne had always found amusing, because his own pack was always weakest the days right after the forced shifts. Not that most people knew or understood this fact.<br/><br/>His mind kept wandering as he looked out around them, attempting to be alert and protective, but as nothing changed, he found his own eyelids feeling heavy. The warmth of the day was comfortable, they weren't in an easy to spot location, and it was just so relaxing and soothing to have someone else close by without wanting to kill him. It was only another hour after Melissa had faded from consciousness when he nuzzled against her soft strands of hair with his cheek and the bare male drifted off to a light sleep as well. He was still alert enough to listen to the sounds around them, ready to stir if anything changed, but other than that, he was as good as sound asleep.