Those acute emerald eyes remained steadfast upon the woman in the wake of that reality she found herself quite literally falling within. It was that intense observation that made the man all too aware of the sudden stillness that beset her, followed by the narrowing of her gaze. Clearly, she was not taking things well in the slightest. A small frown marred his features as his lips pressed together and yet, he remained silent and patient while she so gathered her thoughts, informing him well of her own experience with those fights she'd once waged. The prospect of a woman engaging in such acts of war hardly surprised the man in the slightest. After all, Tetradore was near surrounded by strong, dominant, independent women. He knew of their deadliness when they so desired it, of their ability to survive. That pet name she so called him hardly perturbed the man in the slightest, instead, Tetradore offered her the smallest of nods. "I have no doubts." He responded, entirely willing to reassure her that he took her word with genuine seriousness. So many of his gender viewed women as no more than delicate flowers, whereas Tetradore knew otherwise. He listened as she offered some display of her own understand of his position and yet, the simple fact that she had enough was...pleasing in it's own way.

"I would not ask of you that which you are unwilling to do." He stated softly, those simple words an altogether genuine sentiment. In truth, he asked particularly little of his pack members as a whole, more often choosing to bare the weight of the world upon his own broad shoulders. In fact, Tetradore was entirely content with the notion she might choose the path of most independence and, instead, desire to do nothing at all. He watched as the woman leaned against that tree, providing him with a look of mocked indifference as she crossed her arms over her chest. Tetradore himself merely regarded her with a glimpse of curiosity, hardly perturbed by her efforts to so hide her own thoughts. He allowed the woman her privacy to so come to terms with that offer he'd provided her with. It was that eventual insistence that she would need to know far more than what he offered her that brought a small simper to the corner of his lips. It was, after all, to be expected. He hardly anticipated for the woman to simply jump in agreement to join him. Still, it was reassuring, that simple insistence that she belonged to no one but herself. That fiery personality nearly promising that the Nordic equine would hardly succeed in bullying her into submission. It made him hopeful, at the very least.

The idle inquiry to do something for her, however, caused his head to tilt to the side ever so slightly. "Hm?" He inquired, watching as she leaned in towards him, those golden eyes staring all too intently at his own facial features and yet, Tetradore willingly met that stare all the same. His eyebrow rose at that insistence to neither lie to her, nor offer her any sort of command. His lips pursed together slightly in consideration, watching that glimpse of sickness that so momentarily contorted her features. The time for talk, he decided was nearly over. She needed to rest, and to heal. Slowly, his head bobbed. "For now." He responded simply, altogether well aware that, in truth, it would certainly be a struggle to so give into her demands. However, now was not the time for that. "I need you to take a deep breath and....try not to vomit on me." He voiced with some measure of doubt before he reached out to her, his hand firmly gripping her arm.

Tetradore offered her no real explanation of his intention, merely letting those shadows nearly race to encircle his form and, in turn, her own figure thanks to that touch. Calling to that ability of his teleportation was hardly difficult, those shadows wholly embracing them before they simply disappeared from that forest altogether, appearing but seconds later in that near bare apartment. It was altogether dingy, the studio room small, the floors weathered with age, the brick wall on the far side discolored. There was a large bed in the middle of the suite, it alone perhaps the nicest thing in the entire apartment, accompanied by a small cafe table and two chairs on the opposite side in front of the singular large window within the flat. That vertigo was easy enough to shake off, at least for Tetradore, the man quick to step away from her for fear that she very may well loose the contents of her stomach. Instead, the were-panther wandered off towards the bathroom, talking over his shoulder as he did. "It's small but the kitchen's fully stocked, you have to use the laundromat down the street, there's some quarters on the counter." He opened the door in the corner that led to an equally aged bathroom, though none the less entirely clean. He riffled through the cabinets beneath the sink before retrieving a first aid kit from it's depths. The were-King returned only to place that clear plastic container on the table. "I know you'll heal fast as it is but...it'll help." He offered with a small shrug. At the very least, he had made good on his part of that offer.