[Oh thank god, it worked. Kind of. Vyng can close the distance between them, at least. (Not without stubbing his toe on some rock jutting out of the ground, though. He hisses to himself, hops forward a few times, and then keeps moving ahead.)
As he approaches, there isn't much he can do to make his tall, lanky form less threatening. Even if he could change shape, Wu's addled mind would probably warp it into something awful anyway.]
Nobody's dying, pal. Come on, up you go. Let's get that shoulder cleaned out. You'll thank me later, I promise.
[Without another word, Vyng reaches down to scoop him up into his long arms.]
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As he approaches, there isn't much he can do to make his tall, lanky form less threatening. Even if he could change shape, Wu's addled mind would probably warp it into something awful anyway.]
Nobody's dying, pal. Come on, up you go. Let's get that shoulder cleaned out. You'll thank me later, I promise.
[Without another word, Vyng reaches down to scoop him up into his long arms.]