"You doing okay?" Lucian's voice was soft as he knelt in front of the cot he'd situated Mal at. As worried as he was about everyone else in his life, he knew they could handle this. Family? Witches, they could handle the elements. Friends? Vampires, most of them. But Mal? It's not like he thought he was helpless, but he was the closest to human. This was some natural shit, this wasn't Halloween again. That didn't mean he hadn't been incredibly happy to see the shifter, fussed over him immediately. He'd dragged him away from the crowd, shoved him down into a less populated area of the room (which had been a nearly impossible feat) and set off to find water and blankets all while desperately wanting a cigarette. Kels was here, Kennedy was here, that was comfort enough for him to stop worrying about everyone else for a while and focus on who was in front of him. "Warm enough? Hydrated?" He was still fussing, chilled himself, but he could handle that. @malchesterfield
