[Klayko]

Blake was sipping on some of the juice from the coconut while also doing his best to ease away from Lacy when he heard a voice. His eyes shot to sharp attention as he looked forth to see Rivers. He did his best to wave out to him, but he brought it back down the moment he realized something was not exactly right. While he might have had no loving care for Lacy, he wasn’t exactly an asshole to leave her by herself. As a result, she was coming with.

“Rivers...” he said in mild confusion as he came close. “What’s going...”

His eyes saw all he needed to see up close. There was blood on the other male and Roswell himself was nowhere to be seen. What had the imbecile gotten himself into. Blake scoffed before saying “I knew he had to suffer from some kind of concussion to pull crazy stunts like hunting for food.”

With the two being athletes, lifting the wounded male up was no issue. Rivers seemingly knew what he was doing to help keep Roswell stably steady, but Lacy seemingly proved some usefulness with herself as well. That ditzy bubblheaded facade eased away to a more serious tone when she looked down at the severely wounded male.

“Get me the med kit out my bag,” she insisted. “I can take care of this.”

Maybe her and Rivers both could. He knew Lacy to be a practicing nurse after all.

“Did he at least kill the animal,” Blake inquired. “I can go make myself useful and get it while you two do whatever you need to.”