The sudden sound of her voice seems to very near illuminate the boys features, dark eyes flicking hurriedly to her own at the touch of her hand upon his shoulder, lips pulling into something that may well have been a grin if not so horribly lopsided, hands clapping briefly together in delight as Jackal set to work with his cloth and heated water, attempting to clean the wounds he could while adding to the warmth of the girl. For a moment the shaggy-haired deviant is simply given to pause, head turned towards the window that looks out upon the dock, the sounds of snarls and pounding hooves seeming to hold his attention now. He is....loath to be away from his companion in these moments, he has protected Tetradore, whether he truly needs it or not, since their earliest days and while he surely holds faith, an almost reverent faith truly, in the skills of his companion his desire to protect is a powerful thing indeed, instinct seeing a heat of sorts rise within his veins as he struggles to maintain his human form. He cannot perceive anger, not well, understand only that he desires....to hurt the white deer, because Birdie is hurt, because Birdie is his thing alone and for no other and yet Tetradore's command to attend to her assured he remained beside her, for now.

He understands 'hurt' to some extent, can smell the blood upon her, the girl smelling of weakness in these moments, her bruised and battered body clear to his gaze and yet his ability to help beyond licking her wounds is a terribly limited thing. He does not understand healing, or broken bones, or Frostbite, merely lets that dark gaze shift from Birdie to Jackal and back again, unable to understand why it is taking so long for the woman to heal as he and Tetradore do- a snort of displeasure caught within his throat as Birdie's allows her eyes to close once more, words dying upon her lips as she does- one foot stamping suddenly against the ground.

"Birdie! Is not....time for...sleeping."

He does not like her to sleep, does not like her to play this game of injured. He seeks to have her as she was, unbroken, frustration readily beginning to seep within his mind as hands ball into fists once more. He is angry, frustrated, each emotion blurring into another until he is simply confused, until everything becomes anger. He desires to hurt the white deer, to be with Tetradore, to protect Birdie and yet has no desire to leave her, all such emotions beginning to pile within him as Jackal continues to work upon the girl, standing to hurry to the air conditioner and turn up the heat within the room as Birdie's hand moves to reach for Tobias once more, dark, confused eyes cast downward again as she speaks. That she cannot move her leg is met with little more then a blank stare, the man unable to process this information, moving to lift the blankets Jackal has placed atop her own to reach for her leg, moving it gently to one side- oblivious to the pain this may cause before pointing abruptly at the limb.

"It...moves."

That he is sure he is being helpful remains clear, grinning towards her before her assurance she is still cold seems to puzzle him all over again, fathomless dark gaze resting briefly upon the little Mexican as he speaks. She has a sickness Tobi, a cold sickness- needs to be warmer much warmer, maybe you can climb to the bed with her, yes? I think...is not for Jackal to be doing. One hand has already moved to reach forward, fingers resting briefly upon Birdie's cheek in a touch that seems almost tender, the coldness to her skin seeing his fingers hurriedly withdrawn.

"Birdie...is cold."

It is a statement and little else, as if seeking to assure such a thing within his own mind, features frowning slightly, struggling still to understand as the sudden pounding of hooves sees his gaze flicker once more- a few short strides bringing him back to the window, dark eye peering down to see the white deer violently attempting to pound the panther. His attention wavers once more, gaze flicking from Birdie to Tetradore and back until they seem to rest at last- on Frost. It takes barely a moment to rid himself of Alexis' healing power, seizing instead onto Frost's own- allowing the heat within his form to flow now to Birdie- using the very power that had harmed her- to help her, seeping warmth into her very veins and bones before turning to Jackal once more.

"We need...the book!"
What book is that?
"Tetra....has....book for battles."
He has a book for assault by horse?
"Horse?"
Yes senor, horse, horse that is outside, cabello, neigh.
"It is....a horse? Horse. I find...the book."

Jackals protest falls simply upon def ears as the boy hurries back past Birdie and the little Mexican and towards his wardrobe, Tetradore perhaps finally having giving up attempting to order it as clothing and toys and thrown in all directions, the boy at last producing what is clearly the players guide to Assasssins Creed Black Flag. For a moment the deviant merely proceeds to stare at his newest acquisition, eyes lifted to assure himself Birdie remains safe before beginning to tear at the pages until he finds the one he seems so determined to seek, moving to turn the picture towards Jackal now.

"This...is plan."
That is gaming book for the machine that is loud that you play that is not-
"This...this, here."
Oh- that, we have that.

The little Mexican is quick to hurry from the room once more, Tobias striding back to Birdie's side now. In the absence of his leader he is....in command, it would seem, his insanity as assured as it always has been and yet he seizes onto such power readily.

"Have to help...Tetra.....then help Birdie- yes."

He continues to allow that heat to flow, unable to command it near so masterfully as the equine and yet it is drawn almost naturally, it would seem, to the worst of the regions on the girl as Jackal returns- hauling the rather heavy gun-like object behind him- the Leopard eagerly reaching to take it from him, lifting it far more easily then the little man.

"Stay with...my...Birdie."

The order is given haphazardly as the Leopard moves to examine the weapon in his hands now, carrying it to the open window, the harpoon gun already loaded, two spare harpoons resting beside it as he proceeds to take aim....at Alexis. The first harpoon explodes from within the gun with near enough force to knock the gangly deviant down, his aim slightly off it would seem, harpoon slamming into the wood of the dock a mere inch from the girl and yet surely the warning is clear enough as he moves to take aim at the white horse now- his vision momentarily obscured by the bow of the ship- merely waiting for Tetradore to lure the horse in a more open space, snickering in delight at this new game he has found.

Tetradore, it would seem, has sniper cover.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push