Ever tuned to the moans of the precious beast, Vanderly stirred as well, rising to crawl from chaise to bed careful for the many injuries. "Pookie?" He drawled out voice thick with sleep still. He lay with his cheek touched to the fur of his shoulder baring most of his body to the attendant.  Had he been more alert he would have drapedthe robe overhimself and scowled at the leering servant, but he ignored him and focused on Pookie, grief over his lonely situation coming to the surface. "Please, please be okay."