There is a Problem [Fin]

[carcinoGeneticist]

While Jak tended to Mili, Kieran dealt with the unconscious King. The man was dragged (with some effort, Kieran was not exactly a master of physical strength) out of the main room and into the private room that the strange man had claimed for his own. There was an idea beginning to form in his mind, and he needed to wait for Apocalypse to wake up.

This would be set to rights. It would. A quiet growl escaped Kieran as Apocalypse started to stir.

The man shifted, sitting on the King's chest, wings folded like a tent around them. There would be no way for him to escape just yet.

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While Jak set about caring for her, Mili floated on the edge of consciousness. The water around her body was soothing even in the odd dream-state she had found herself caught in, but as it slowly began to cool around her, it pulled her gently back into the world. She lay very still in the tub, staring up at the ceiling and then glancing down at her own body.

There was blood in the water. Blood, but no sign of an injury on her. Hesitantly she raised a paw and touched at her throat, the memories slowly returning to her. There was a strange man in her home, fighting with her Jak. There had been a pain that was almost blinding in its severity, and then blood, and then... blackness. She'd thought that she was dead, but she was awake and alive and well. Her eyes slipped closed and a quiet sigh escaped her, relief seizing her like a welcome embrace. She was alive. And she was in the bath, which meant someone had been alive to care for her - her Jak.

Carefully, she stepped out of the tub, walking into the other room once she had dried off. "Jak...?[/b]" she said quietly, voice sounding a little scratchy - thought not nearly as bad as it could have sounded, she reflected.

[The Jenn]

Jak didn't have the time or the mental capability to worry about Pale just then. Unless he heard the wrong sorts of noises coming from wherever in the house Kieran had taken him, he wasn't going to even think about that. Because he had other things to focus on. More important things.

Like cleaning the blood off his paws after scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing the floor in the main room and out on the step to get the blood out. Except it wasn't all coming out. So he finally tossed a blanket on that part of the floor. Except that water seeped through a little red on the white blanket. So he frantically grabbed the rattier gray blanket off the big pillow-thing and threw that on top of the other blanket.

Kay. Fine. That was dealt with.

There were still kids whimpering in the bedroom. His brain nearly fried.

He changed to his normal self and burst into the room, whipping the door shut behind him and cooing at his Pretty Little Tabby Princess as he flopped across the bed-thing near her and let her cuddle up close. Another biped form was in order, and pulling her close, and rocking her with nonsense words to get her to calm down. The words helped the boys, too, a little. But only a little. He had to go and scoop them up, with a whining Tabby trailing behind him, and let them all flop in varying states of coordination in his artificially accommodating lap while he tried not to whine and sang a little instead.

[carcinoGeneticist]

There was no response, though the woman could clearly hear Jak whimpering and moving at a hurried pace. A new rug had been flopped down on the floor and she peered at it, wondering. But that was a question to ask later. Right now, she needed to get to Jak and check on him.

The door to the kid's room had been closed, but there were noises coming from inside so she slowly opened the door and peered in, blinking owlishly at Jak where he was comforting the children - both his own, and the ones she had birthed shortly after coming to live here. Something about the sight warmed her to her very core, a small smile wiggling its way onto her muzzle and sticking there. He was holding them all in his lap and soothing them like a pro and singing. Singing!

"Jak?[/b]" She repeated, stepping slowly into the room, head held low and tail swinging from side to side behind her. She was still feeling nervous, but... Things seemed to be falling into place again, the fuzz slowly retreating from her mind. Thankfully. It was still just present enough to provide a nice soft cushion for her mind, while allowing her to climb up onto the bed beside Jak and the babies so that they could cuddle up beside her, too. "Are you okay?[/b]"

Her voice was soft and hoarse, a touch of fear still swimming in her eyes as she looked up at him. She felt as though she was still in shock - she probably was, considering she'd woken up in a tub full of what seemed to be her own blood.

[The Jenn]

Jak's head jerked up almost spasmodically and he stared at Mili for a second before his entire tense body seemed to relax back into its sprawling sit. He had stopped the song suddenly, startling a squeak out of Tabby and noises out of the boys. He jiggled them all around for a second before reeeaching his neck forward.

"I'm fiiiiiine, Mili," he muttered, knowing that was all she wanted to hear. That was what would make her happy. His poor Mili, fur all tinged with blood and wet. "The kids didn't liike the nooise. Why don't you come and cuddle?"

Wet wouldn't matter. Everything needed a bath now anyway. He grunted and scooted over a little to make room for her, the kids complaining. He quickly shushed them with canine licks to their heads and some more jiggling affection.

"I'll explain more laaater, okay? Kieran's got it. The, uuuuh. Yeah. He's gooot it. Now the kids, though...? They didn't liiike the nooise."