The soft tenderness that Tetradore showed in those moments to the seal eased the anxiety that had been gripping her chest. The warmth of his words and the gentle nature of his touch kept the fear and panic from entering her mind. She felt safe, like nothing more was going to happen to her as long as he was there, that he would protect her from anything. Perhaps this aura he seemed to exude could be attributed to him being an alpha, and yet Arya was not one of his and he still offered her more kindness than she probably deserved. No, perhaps this was testament to the kind of man Tetradore was underneath that cool exterior he put on like a mask. She knew he was kind after their first interaction, how he had tended to the bruised woman when she found herself on his doorstep and even gone so far as to show her hospitality (though truthfully that could mostly be because of Matteo's presence and insistence she stay). She felt like she could trust him, and it was that feeling that pushed her to swim all the way to the ark as dark drew near and blood trailed behind her to find help. It was why she strained herself to gently rest her head on his knee, why she quieted down and relaxed when he asked.

The pain that shout through her body as the spear tore her flesh on the way out was unimaginable. These fishing spears were meant to shoot in and hook into their prey, those barbs making removal incredibly difficult and painful. Her blood began to seep out at an increased rate from the newly damaged flesh, and a throbbing pain left her struggling to relax. Any release of endorphins her body tried was not helping, and she could feel her body struggling to slowly try and heal now that the spear was not longer sticking out of her and blocking the process. Unfortunately for Arya, her Were healing ability had always been incredibly slow compared to others, meaning she would need alternative measures to keep herself from bleeding out until her body had a chance to finally patch itself up. After the pain subsided enough for amber eyes to open once more, she watched as Tetradore ripped his shirt off and pressed it to her side in an attempt to stem the blood flow. She chirped out what sounded like a thank you as he continued to console her with soft, calming words. Despite the still throbbing pain, her body felt infinitely better without the metal sticking out from her and it would allow her to change back instead of being stuck as a hefty mass of blubber.

Despite feeling incredibly lightheaded, she understood his reasoning of her needing to shift back into her human form for him to be able to help her fully. The problem was, she wasn't certain she had the strength to do it. Exhaustion left her body feeling heavy, and shifting took a considerable amount of energy and could possibly strain her already injured body. She laid there for a second, knowing she had no choice but just trying to relax for just a minute; truthfully she wanted to take a nap right now. With a small huff, she forced her body to undergo the change, pain wracking her body as the chubby grey form of a seal made way to a petite young woman. It left her feeling incredibly disoriented as she struggled to sit up and clear her head. A soft moan left her lips as she placed her head gently in the hand that wasn't cut open. God she felt awful, the wound on her human form was positioned in an awful position that left each breath hurting. Her skin was pale and she felt incredibly cold from blood loss, also she no longer had a thick layer of blubber to keep her warm. His named leaving her lips for the first time had her casting her amber gaze up to him, blinking slightly as her vision cleared. At his questioning of if she was ok, she looked down at herself, as if checking, and in that moment she took note of just how naked she was in front of him.

Embarrassment flooded the poor girl, her cheeks flashing pink as she tried to cover herself in any way she could manage. All she could do was apologize for her state of undress as the awkwardness of the situation hit her with his clearing of his throat. Her fast movement however caused pain to shoot through her side, tears welling up into her eyes and streaming down her face as she momentarily forgot she was trying to cover herself and gripped the wound on her side. Arya was on the verge of breaking down, the pain and stress of the evening weighing the poor girl down emotionally and physically. His soft words and gentle touch to wipe away her tears were enough to hold her together in those moments. Her body gently leaned into his touch, desiring that feeling of comfort he brought. But in that same moment the small brunette was slightly off balance and her body was giving out on her, her slight swaying as she tried to stay upright was the only clue she was about to collapse. His name barely leaving her lips before she fell into his chest.

Amber eyes blinked as she tried to stay conscious, fighting with pure will power alone while her body had reached its limits. Arya shivered lightly, both from exhaustion and the cold as she rested her head in the place where his collarbone and neck connected. She could tell he had moved her into the Ark, and that for a moment he was talking to someone. But she was too tired to focus on what was being said or who he was talking to, instead she kept herself awake. Quickly she was whisked away again to a new place, though where she wasn't quite sure except that it was a bedroom because she was laid gently upon a soft mattress. Pressure on her side told her Tetradore was once more attempting to stem the blood flow as her body still struggled to try and patch even the less awful cut on her hand. Her hand twitched slightly as she struggled to reach, gently placed her hand on his which was holding the shirt to her side. Even now she still sought that comfort of touch, perhaps because she was part seal and was a communal animal who thrived off closeness and touch, or perhaps just because of the profound affect Tetradore seemed to hold on her in these hectic moments. Her head rested on its side on the pillow so she could see the other Were, her nakedness all but forgotten as she focused on Tetradore to try and keep herself awake. "Sorry," she said softly in between breaths, but the corners of her lips twitched upright ever so slightly as she tried to show her characteristic bright personality and humor.