Wildheart saw that Athena had the stitching under control and so she stepped back slightly giving her room. Just as she was finishing Athena's patient began waking up, Wildheart heard his heart rate and breathing increase and she tensed. She was sure that Athena wouldn't bring an enemy here but after what happened with Knight...she was on edge. When the stranger beckoned the dogs she nodded to them giving them permission to approach. She knew they could handle themselves and their reaction would be a good judge of the mans character. They were excellent judges. Artemis went over first, she had always been the braver of the two, and sniffed the man. When she seemed to be comfortable with the stranger Apollo approached to sniff and maybe get his ears rubbed.

Artemis looked back at Wildheart. man in red hunting with fire haired alpha

Wildheart shrugged. "Not yet, but maybe in the future." She said aloud forgetting, like she often did, that no one else could hear the dogs thoughts.

Apollo shoved his head into the strangers hand wanting his head rubbing.
Man smelling of the hunt, guarding Alphas back

Wildheart shook her head. "Back up is always wise Apollo, but you need to trust your pack and I don't know this man. Not yet."

She suddenly realised what her one way conversation would appear like and smiled self consciously. The pain in her head grew worse and she cursed herself for using her mental communication wwhen her head already hurt.

"Bloody regen abilities."She muttered."Can heal anything but a blasted migraine." Her vision blurred and she swayed on her feet. Artemis and Apollo immediately forgot about the man and moved to her side whining softly.

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La Vida: Wayward House.

Athena allowed herself to slip into a meditation like stat to focus on the stitches, her breathing was steady, and she was perfectly still. After Athena had finished the stitches on the boy was probably the best work that Ashlyn had ever seen. The teen leaned away from the archer and let out a sigh of relief, who ever this guy was literally took a bullet for her. She could see the boy coming to so she stood to give him room in case he woke up fighting.

Athena watched as the dogs allowed the boy in red to pet them and smiled, she had no clue why there were dogs in the med-bay, but they were so cute. She had guessed they belonged to Ashlyn, though she couldn’t recall. Athena looked around the room as if she was searching for something and almost looked panicked. However, the man’s words snapped her back to the present.

“uh-not, a hospital.” She replied as she focused in out the boys paled face. “This is uh-umm…my home-our home.”

The young woman seemed to blank out for a moment before speaking again, “Sorry, my name is Athena and the sleeping boy over there is Matt and that is A-uh…” she paused. She did not want to give Ashlyn’s name out, but she could not remember her alias.

“Oh, we have pain killers…somewhere around here…um…I just can’t seem to remember where…” she began to search the room.

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Roy sat up, grunting as he reached for his leg. It has been pulled together well... but the pain always lingered. He swung his legs over the edge, seeming to be surprisingly stable for someone who lost so much blood. He gave a weak smile to the few around before lowering his feet to the ground and standing. He slowly moved to walk around the space, looking around as he reached for his hat to tighten it down onto his head. It was becoming increasingly clear that the place they were was advanced. And closer inspection led to a more startling discovery: It was Queen tech. With a quick scan of the faces of others, Roy's eyes widened with a small bit of recognition. Before getting kicked out, Roy had access to all Queen tech files. And given his shares in the company, Roy managed to convince a certain IT individual to keep his credentials active and hidden from Oliver.

But Roy's eyes returned to their normal state. He gave a small smile to everyone in the room as he leaned against the wall, his shoulder pressing against it. "So, vigilante wannabe heroes? Clearly powered... none of you look particularly trained to use batarangs or arrows."