Shenyo's breathing was steady and slow as she tended to his wounds. It may have been for the best that he was unconscious for this, otherwise the air would have stung his open wounds and the water would not have been too pleasant either. As she rinsed one of the larger wounds out she would notice something peculiar. Not only was it bleeding far less than it should have been, but upon closer inspection she would see the skin slowly stitching itself back together at the very center and edges. Whatever he was, he was a hardy creature.<br/><br/>"Nice song..." He murmured softly, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. His eyes still weren't open, and it wasn't clear just how awake he was. Minutes passed without much of a response from him, his breathing evening out again. "Got any others?" His voice came forth again as his body shuddered and tensed, pain clear on his face as his body began to wake and let him know just what kind of condition it was in.<br/><br/>As he forced himself to remain still, grunting from time to time in pain, Lydia would find that his tail had looped up around her wrist, the tip pressing into the palm of her hand. Any caress would begin to calm him down in his half-woken stupor, and push him back to a more restful sleep.