"That's fortunate then. " He said with appreciation as he moved his next piece.
Dr. Collins frowned as got a flashlight out. He walked ovrr and shined it into her eyes." She's not going anywhere. She is developing a concussion. How did she hit her head and how hard?" He demanded harshly.
Zackary looked around and didn't say a word.
Dyrte tied it closed and asked, "What would you like to wear today, Princess Amar. She held up several gowns to choose from.
Idris stepped back, and used her head to shield the light from her eyes. It bothered her when he did that, as it only made the pain worse. The captain looked to Zackary. "Answer Dr. Collins, boy!" He growled, angered more by the fact that Zackary wouldn't answer, rather than his shifter being hurt. Idris was beginning to feel faint, but tried to stay awake knowing falling asleep was the worst thing to do when you have a concussion.
"Something elagent, perhaps blush? It flatters my pale skin, rather than some colors which make me look ghostly pale." She replied thoughtfully.
Edited by Never Land - 1/14/16 at 6:49pm