It was the sound of something that didn't belong that so stirred the man from the depths of that sleep that had only an hour before so taken him under its sway. A singular sound that so caused his emerald green eyes to flicker open, his eyebrows furrowing for a moment as a soft yawn echoed on his lips. Tetradore shifted, glancing towards the clock in that moment to take note of the late hour. He shouldn't be awake right now. Hell, the rest of the Ark shouldn't be awake right now and yet, he was. His arm reached up, the back of his palm so resting against his eyes as he tried to convince himself to merely return to sleep. For several moments, Tetradore simply laid there in bed, listening to the world around him for that which didn't belong. He could hear the soft, lulling sound of the waves outside crashing against the metal sides of the cargo ship, he could hear that whoosh of air as the heating system in the Ark kicked in to so provide a hint of warmth to the temperature and yet, there was naught but silence beyond that. In fact, it was when Tetradore was on the edge of falling back to that sweet embrace of sleep that he heard it again, his eyes once again fluttering open. He couldn't ignore it now. Now that it had occurred twice. It was, after all, his job to keep the Ark and it's inhabitants safe from any threat that might befall upon them. To ignore it simply because he was tired was unacceptable.

Slowly, the were King rose from his bed, pausing only to pull on a pair of pajama pants over those boxer shorts. His bare feet padded down the hallway of the Ark, his senses entirely attentive for any hint of peril and yet, the boat largely seemed entirely serene. The Alpha made his way towards the now empty Ring and the large, empty interior of the boat. He paused upon that balcony, his hands resting on the railing as his emerald gaze so shifted around that space, searching for any sign of that which had awoken him. It took him a moment to spot that small band of light from under the door, that yellow hue entirely dim in a clear effort to go unnoticed and yet, it with the scent of blood within the air was telling enough. Tetradore's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as he made his way down the stairs, pausing only to watch his steps to ensure that crimson substance didn't get on the man's feet before he pushed open that door. The figure upon the other side quite clearly took him back, the were-King simply staring at her with his eyebrows raised before slowly stepping into the room, closing the door behind him. "You made a mess." He muttered, his bedside manner clearly lacking when his sleep was so disturbed.

However, Tetradore hardly lingered upon that topic, instead approaching the girl to glance quite judgingly over the wounds that afflicted her hide and the poor attempts she made at so patching herself up. Softly, Tetradore sighed, reaching out to take the alcohol and accompanying bandages from her. "You're missing like...half of your wounds." He commented dryly, clearly intending to do it himself, pouring that bottle with far more efficiency down the first of those lacerations before reaching for an antiseptic and an piece of gauze to so place upon her. It wasn't often that Tetradore saw to it to tend to his own wounds properly, often relying upon the were's natural ability to heal and yet, this was perhaps a process that the were knew well enough. He was content to work in silence upon the girl, remaining altogether silent on any inquiries of what had occurred. After all, she would inform him if she wanted to or thought it necessary and he saw little reason to pry.