pauses in eyeing up a small mouse when he hears the laboured steps and small gasps. When he spots the Nordic he rushes over, tugging his hat further down to hide the ears. 'What's wrong?'

blinks a few times when he hears hurried steps, glancing in their direction just as Gregory comes up beside him. "A-ah.." He clears his throat before trying to speak again. "Hei Skottland.. Just an accident."

offers a shoulder for the other to put his arm around, guessing he wanted to take weight off that dodgy foot. 'An accident huh?' He sighs, 'Let's just get you home and have a look at it, huh?'

hesitates before giving in to the offer, sighing quietly in relief. "That's what I p-planned, ja.." He was glad he didn't press the matter for now.

smiles a bit, heading off in the direction Nor was heading 'You get into accidents often?'

's breathing comes a little easier now with the support, making sure they walk in the right direction. ".. Now and then."

looks back at the woods, humming in thought. He changes the subject, 'Saaaay... you wouldn't know how to get rid of cat ears and tails, would ya?'

frowns lightly in confusion, finding the question rather strange. "I doubt the cat would benefit from that, Greg."

doesn't know how to word this without letting on, 'Nah... more like, How would a human get rid of a set of real cat ears and a tail?'

can see the first few houses of the neighbourhood now. He's about to answer easily, then catches on the 'real' part. "Operation.. or magic." He pauses briefly, "Are you sober?"

recognises the street, heading towards Norway's house. He was really rather keen to get the foot checked out. '... for once, I actually am.' He grins, stopping in front of Norway's door.

huffs lightly in amusement, though doesn't show it in any other way so it might as well be mistaken. He finds his keys and unlocks the door, his hand shaking slightly as he pushes it open.

picks him up, struggling a bit but it's only to the couch so he'll live. He didn't like the look of that trembling hand. He places him down on the couch, 'Is your first aid kit in the bathroom?'

grumbles as he's carried, figuring he could've made it to the couch at least by himself. He doesn't say anything on it, though, feeling his energy steadily drop. He settles and sighs tiredly, "Ja, upstairs.."

quickly returns, jacket off but hat still on. He didn't need the fact that he had ears to spread. He kneels in front of the Nordic, gingerly picking up his right leg. 'What kind of accident? What should I be_

careful of?'

's pant leg is nearly torn, and it's clear he'd been in the forest. "It's likely.. similar to a flesh wound." Under the fabric, there is a wide, bruised dent on his calf and a deep green-edged gash.

makes a face at the wound, ripping the fabric the rest of the way to give him better access. He soaks a clothe with alcohol, carefully cleaning the wound.

takes a deep breath and bites down on his tounge, curling his fingers on the couch. It won't heal properly with simply the help of medical equipment, but it'll help a good deal before he can mend it himself.

Can tell. He isn't completely dense to magic. He has his own fey. He hands him a clean clothe to bite on before continuing to clean the wound.

accepts the cloth reluctantly. He's used well enough to the particular pain of troll infliced wounds, so he settles on clenching it in his hand until his knuckles turn white instead.

Sighs a bit. He didn't want the other to bite through his tongue. He's soon done, glancing up. 'You wanna treat this magically before I stitch it up?'

swallows silently and moves his fingers testingly. He hums in disagreement and drags his free hand gently through his hair. "I.. I don't have the energy for that yet. I-it's fine, you can leave it." He pauses _

and looks at him with dull eyes. "Takk, for the help."

Pulls out some painkillers from the box, passing them up before he moves to at least wrap the wound for now. 'I can stick around until you're ready and have slept a bit, you're looking a bit pale.'

takes the painkillers and shrugs tiredly. "If you'd like." He won't deny him nor urge him to stay.

Nods, 'I'd feel better if you let me stay.' He stands up, 'Should I take you to your room?'

drapes an arm over the back, shifting a bit backwards to lean against the arm of the couch. "Mm, nei, don't bother. I'll be fine here." He falls silent, pondering. ".. Just make yourself at home then."