The Quick Brown Fox [Steven]

Steven couldn't help but be curious what she did for a living, that his comment caused her to decide not to say. However he decided to let her judgement stand over his curiousity because she could have been right for all he knew. Though it didn't really seem all that important, when she went into what happened to her. "Kidnapped? Are you kidding me?" He was shocked that he had come across such a crime, and helped her in the aftermath. "Who...why?" Steven said, knowing that most cases of kidnapping had some reason behind them.

He was slightly concerned that he had gotten involved with something he shouldn't. If she was as powerful as she said, and had managed to be subdued. If her kidnappers ended up barging down the door and trying to take her by force, he doubted he would be much in the way of help. "Well I'm glad I was of help." Steven said nodding at her calmly, not protraying the worry about the whole event. "Are you really going to be okay with such little in the way of medical aid?" He asked her, he had been expecting to have to look after her in fox form for at least a few days. Though maybe part of the power of her she mentiomed was healing quickly.

Her reply to his question about the kinapping only served to confuse Steven more. While they could have been a general statement about why people might try to kidnap someone, the way she said them made it almost sound like attempted kidnapping was a common occurance for her. Though he was confused even further when she explained, that she didn' think it was any of the reasons she had given. Unsure what to say really, he simple watched as she tested her damaged leg, and ended up asking him if he knew anyone who could tend to it.

"Sadly apart from my basic first aid knowledge, I really don't know anyone. I suppose the school must have a infirmary or nurse office somewhere but I haven't actually seen it yet." Steven awnsered her question, though it made him feel slightly foolish for not bothering to look up a map of the school except for how to get to his classes. "If you have someone you trust to tend to you though, perhaps they are a better bet." He knew though she was worried at simply being attacked again on route.

"I could escort you there, but I'm not sure how much defense I would be against someone who so easily over powered you." He offered with a side of realism. She didn't know what they were capable of, and neither did he.

Steven smiled at Yoka as she mentioned old stories, he had read a few novels and tales like those she decribed. They had been enjoyable stories at least. Though it did leave Steven in a odd position. He didn't really know her, nor knew what was a reasonable or even plausible request to make of her. "I'd honestly have to think about it." Steven replied throwing on the last few pieces of clothes such as his socks and jacket, and then sitting down on the bed. "Though the offer is a nice one, if I think of anything I'll be sure to let you know."

Steven reached out and grabbed the first aid kit from last night and pulled it over. "However if we not going to risk getting you to a healer, I think it a good idea if I at least give you leg and face a look over." Steven said, clicking the box over with one hand and patting the bed next to him with the other.

"Then maybe we can call someone you know and have them swing round here by car. It would be safey then walking." Steven suggested pulling his mobile out of the pocket of his jacket for her to use. Not finding it likely she had a phone on her.

Steven watched with concern as Yoka moved over to the bed. Gently he placed a hand on her leg after she put it up on his lap. Making sure to do so away from the wound, and mostly as a means to signel to her not to move rather then hold her in place. He smiled at her and passed the mobile over to her when she asked. "There should be enough credit to make calls." He replied, before reaching into the forst aid kit and pull out an alcahol wipe. "Though you might want to wait as this could sting a little." He suggested not knowing how the clearly non-human women might react, but being on the side of caution.

Tearing the wipes packet open with his teeth and pulling the wipe free and letting the packet simply drop to the bed sheets. Carefully Steven then cleaned around the wound on her leg. While it seemed to be in a better state then it had when she was a fox last night. Steven knew that allowing a wound to go uncleaned could be bad. Once he was sure that it had been cleaned well enough, he wrapped it in a banadage. Not too tightly but enough that it would prevent serious bleeding if she managed to reopen it while moving. He had no idea if he was being overly cautions, she could be well again by the end of the day while if it was him the damage was one that could take at least a week to heal. It showed how frail human were compared to other residence of the island. "Hopefully that will be fine." He said once he had finished. Placing his hand gently on her thigh again in a reassuring manner before patting it as a signel that she could move her leg away.

"Here." He said passing her another of the small packaged wipes, so that if she felt the need to she could clean her face and the cut she had suffered there. The wasn't much he could do beyond that, but luckily they didn't seem as dire as the leg one was.

Steven tried to listen in discretely as Yoka made her call, but from being able to pick out the occasional word that he happened to know he really didn't manage to gleam much from it. It was a shame that thing had ended up landing him on this island. Steven did have a love of languages but they had completely dropped off as a subject of study for him, since his power manifested. They didn't seem as important as all the new never explored subjects he was now able to look into. He had noticed that she hadn't pulled her leg down though while she was talking. So his hand ended up resting on it, until she finally pulled away and told him she repay the credit used on his phone. "No need for that, it isn't likely to break the bank." Steven politely rejected the sentiment, only to be taken off guard by her question.

Letting himself fall backwards, laying across the width of the bed his legs dangling over the edge. Steven though about the implications of the question, and the embarresing fact that he hadn't given their origin as much thought as should have. "I'm human..." he sighed. "Well as far as I'm aware. My power showed up while someone was trying to kill me. Saved my skin really, even if it didn't save me from pain." He finished explaining, not completely sure why he was anwsering so much. He didn't know if she had noticed his scar on his back. Though it was something he was self consious about. A permenent scar showing his folly. "Genetic evolution or mutation, or perhaps a form of mental elemental kinesis." He mused in a muttered tone.