"I'm fine." He was suddenly alert, not expecting to hear the bears voice. "I'm so very fine, now that you are awake." He nuzzled the bears face and closed his eyes as the bears true wiped away tears before they could fall.  Van cleared his throat, trying to pull himself together while still amazed Pookie had survived the injuries.  Not three weeks before they were this tightly embraced, but the bears fur was stained in blood after defeating Van's brother and Vanderly was pulled away to safety.<br/><br/>He insisted on resting by his side night and day, hoping each night Pookie would live. "To see your eyes open again.." He didn't finish the sentence, finally noticing the attendant.  Curling closer against the bulk of the bear, he eyed the nervous male.  "Leave the food and go. Let it be known he is awake and we do not wish to be further disturbed. I will summon the healer when I feel the need." His stare when annoyed was a stark contrast to the loving gaze he returned to Pookie.  "Is the pain great? Is there anything I can do for you?" He whispered raking a hand through his fur lovingly.