“How could you be so careless?”
the old coyote attempts to chuckle, though the hearty laugh is cut fairly short as his teeth clench from the burning pain between his ribs & a weak his is the only thing that manages to escape from his lungs. the man’s synthetic hand is placed gently onto his ribs, his response to the bandages wrapped on his torso. he isn’t used to someone doing up his bandages, they’re wrapped differently from how he’s used too doing it. though, sometimes he just sears his wounds shut instead of actually bandaging them if he needs too.
“ ..heh, careless is m’ middle name-- “ scarred lips stretch into a tired smile, a hand outstretched to the female, some cash from the looks of it, not a lot but enough for a decent meal.
“ ..thanks fer’ takin’ care of me. “