The bear relaxed as Vanderly pet him. “I will live.” Pookie spoke softly as his inky gaze roamed the other’s face, “...ty v bezopasnosti. ” the bear uttered, barely audible. It was of little surprise he spoke in his native tongue after having spent years among his own people. He pressed his head gently into Vanderly’s chest, “All that matters is you are safe.” his rough voice wavered with relief.<br/><br/>Not a moment later his stomach made noises that caused the bear to blush. He looked to the tray that had been left for them. “Should eat maybe…” Pookie attempted to sit up again, but his body was heavy and painful still. With a groan he lay back, letting the pain win for now.<br/><br/>With a grin, that many would find intimidating, Pookie placed a massive, heavy paw on Vanderly’s head in a light almost playful manner. “...could you feed me?” he asked in a surprisingly coy tone.<br/><br/><br/><br/>*ty v bezopasnosti = Russian = you are safe