[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.
Of course Lark was going to get violent in captivity. A cornered animal typically lashed out and he was no exception to that rule. His tail whipping around to snap out in a sudden explosion of activity. Faster than his large frame would suggest.
His teeth found purchase in a guard's arm as the reins of the chains pulled back and stretched him taut to keep him still. A shot rang out in the lab as a bullet whizzed by his head, making his jaw release as his body jerked away from the loud noise.
Blood dripped down from his ear, missing part of the lobe as he heaved and let out menacing bellows.
It was the first sign of violence from him in awhile, biding his time to get them comfortable with his complacency.
Lark wasn't expecting a frantic @autokrates rushing in to grab at his face. He had jerked as if he was expecting to be struck, ready to bite despite his neutrality towards her.
The touch was gentle, surprisingly so and he found his jaw locking up. It showed the others observing the illusion of calm. His eyes were blown wide, pupils narrowed into slits as he stared right at her while she examined his injuries.
It was the most care he had received in years.
Even before he had been captured.