Xitco nodded, his hand running over her long hair. Hopefully Trystan didn't notice. The feline let his forehead press to her neck and he looked up with concern as her tail was shot. With her on top of him, he leaned against the wall and gripped her tail carefully. "Omay, do you have healing powers or are we going to have to pull it ourselves?" he asked quietly, not looking to anyone for help. The tiger frowned upon her pain but smiled at the blushing thought that she read did want to go with him. And be knew he wanted it too. His thumb pressed down where the bullet protruded and he gritted his teeth. His other hand firmly grasped hers as he waited for her to do some kind of magic to aid her.