Returning From Fight

Once the taxi arrived at the Insitute, Wes got out, still scratched up pretty bad with some bruises scattered on her. Not too bad. She head up to the building after paying the driver.

After sitting perched on the roof of the Institute gargoyle-like, Jake decided to enact his prank.
He leaped down in front of Wes, half-tiger. He rose to his full hight, around seven feet.
With a snarl he said in his best guardian voice; "Who dares!"

Wes, bored and the slightest bit lightheaded, walked past him, knowing she should probably bandage up her wounds.

Jake laid back his ears. He looked back at her. "Hey- Come on! Would it kill you to.... are you bleeding?"

Wes stopped and looked back, "Yes, Jake, I am bleeding."

Jake frowned.
"What'd you do?"

Wes paused for a second, "Well, the Brotherhood has this new thug wanna-be..."

"You got in a fight? Come on, let's patch you up."

"Thats what I was about to do...And, just to clear things up, I won, so..."

"Whatever; winner, loser you still get hurt." Jake started heading inside. He suddenly tripped. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Heh, I haven't gotten used to walking bipedially when i'm half and half yet..."

"Nice, but the loser still gets hurt more..." Wes thinks back to the temperature she'd used on that dude.

"Whatever." Jake plopped down onto all fours. "Come on."

Wes looked at him, not sure if he wanted her to get on or just walk beside him or what.

(lol, like jake gives piggy back rides.)
Jake looked back. "How you feeling?"

(your a seven foot beast who just plopped down onto all fours and said to 'come on', what would be *your* first thought?)
Wes trudged forward, "Lightheaded, why?"

(lol, idk....on second thought...)
Jake laid back his ears and thought. "Well... agh. hop on..." Jake said reluctantly.

(lol)
"...'ight." Wes got on his back, to tired to lie and say she got this.

"Just remember to duck in the doorways..." Jake said, standing up some. Jake headed inside to help WEs out.

"All right..." Wes replied, though she was probably gonna stay ducked down the whole time. (crouch...laying...what ever you call that sort of riding position...)

They get where ever and Wes bandages up her scratches, having a large majority pf her body covered, leaving space for the joints.