Chris's head was still in his hands, and he sniffled loudly. "Oh man....thank you guys. I don't know what I'd do without you." Rayn then stands up, frowning slightly, before grinning at Ptricia, her paws trailing over her weakly squirming, largely swollen tummy. "Not too bad. Seems you can defend my cousin well enough." She smiles, extending her paw. We did'nt get on the first time, though I hope we can be friends."<br/>Over the next half hour, the Panzers arrive, wounds are patched up, apologies are made  and compensation promised. With his shoulder healed, Chris pokes Ptricia's belly. "Sorry about that."