Ranuk seemed to have no trouble with the kitten, now frozen in a state of fear, and even though the wounds from its claws were bloody, they looked minor.  The rest of Ranuk's injuries were not, however.  Now that Tamlin was no longer shocked by the fall, and had had a moment to breathe and gather himself, he could tell the demon had been hurt by more than just the cub.<br/><br/>"I'm okay," he answered, nodding his head and glancing over his fiance with careful scrutiny, "But you are not.  How badly are you hurt?"  The elf couldn't see everything, but he could hear the strain in Ranuk's voice, and there was more blood than just from the kitten's tiny claws.  Tam gently slid down from the safety of Ranuk's arms; this ground seemed solid, thankfully.  "Is anything broken?  Can you move...?"<br/><br/>This was not the way the prince had intended things to go, but then, so few things had been going to plan lately anyways.  He ran his fingers along Ranuk's fur, searching for any bits of shrapnel from their rough journey through the tunnels-- even if their travel had been smooth, there would be plenty of bruising, and their trip down had been violent.  He kept his ears perked for any sounds in the cave grotto, alert for movement.  If the Ryvolans had been living above, there was no reason to think nothing else was living in the mountain as well... Ranuk was in less than perfect form, and Tamlin realized he'd foolishly left behind his bow and arrows.