"Good to meet you, Dodge," Kalt said with a nod. With the you man's wink, Theea grinned and looked up at her father curiously, shyness suddenly evident in her.
Isla... Kalt knew that name, though he hadn't ever formally made her acquaintance. Made sense why the coyote was all stitched up, though. She was a doctor, as far as he had heard, and Dodge just confirmed that.
As Dodge grunted in pain, the assassin grinned. "Come on," he said, getting to his feet. He offered the man a hand and would help to pull him to his feet if it was accepted. Kalt might've clapped him on the back and told him to toughen up, but he didn't know him quite well enough to do so. Besides, that wouldn't have gone over well considering the injury was on his back.
He lifted Theea onto his shoulders and nodded to the man. He wouldn't leave Dodge until he was sure he was with the doctor, as he wasn't sure just how bad his injury was without looking at it. Of course Kalt could very well have treated Dodge himself, as he had all of the education - and likely a little more - than Isla did because of his experience in the Guild, but it wasn't like he had references to hand over.
"What happened to you, huh?" Kalt asked the man, raising a brow curiously.
