<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/725697-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: Tyson Riggs</strong><br/><strong>Location: Infirmary</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Zitka</strong><br/><hr/><br/>It seemed Tyson had made a habit of getting a bit excitable whenever she stirred, and for good reason. She was alive and breathing, but she was still in bad shape. He was worried about her, and any sign of stability was a good sign, in his opinion. Her shifts between form weren't nearly as startling or surprising to him now, not after seeing her do it several times before. The blue flames did take some getting used to, though, despite how harmless they were. Bare body or not, he let his arms wrap around her fragile looking form, the same blush that had graced his cheeks in the dorm B halls returning as she spoke and leaned against his chest. He meant to tell her that it was alright, and that she did her best. He meant to tell her how much he appreciated it. He remained silent, however, as he heard her admit her desire. He blinked slowly, his blush darkening madly.<em>Mate?!</em>He knew what it meant in animals, pairing up, baring children and such..but surely she didn't mean to bare HIS children! They were students in a school, for Christ's sake! Still, though...the thought of 'mating' with her interested him, to say the least. He didn't get a single word in, though. Before he could even respond, he was interrupted by soft, warm lips. Lips that broke away before he could even reciprocate. By the time she had shifted back into her small, vulpine form, Tyson was left sitting there, dumbfounded and red in the face, glowing in a blush. For a second, he had forgotten about how hurt he was. A slight movement in the wrong direction, however, quickly reminded him of why he was there. Still though, he continued to pet Zitka with a new found care, forcing a smile, whether he was in pain or not. "..Rest up."