Deizano: *sniffs at her hands, unable to determine what is going on anyway as most medical procedures are completely foreign to him* Smells like clean fluid. And foreign… *hops down from the bed again, squeaking at her before looking around the room* Hungry? Killed earlier. *taps on the floor with his scythe claws* Killed with pack. And with greater pack. Meat for all. *cocks his head at her, raising his comb* Hungry?
