He smiled at her, she was definitely unaccustomed to this style of life. "You're not around many hunters are you?" He turned around, tucking his gun away, he didn't make much note of the anxious behavior of sorts she was displaying. It still didn't even after he was barreled into, claws first. Thrown into and breaking the wooden coffee table, grunting. He was just a bit stunned, kicking the wolf off as he reached for a spot on his stomach. He started giggling through pain induced groaning. Even the werewolf seemed put off by it.

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"You're the first." Tempe commented disconcertedly, glancing around. The werewolf came from behind him too quickly for her to stop it, which meant when he got tackled, Tempe went flying. She was on her feet in a split second, all but about to go guardian angel on that were wolf's ass. The gun had been knocked from her hand, but she had... many other defenses. The gilded tips of her wings started radiating heat and there was a little too much of a white glow going on- from her wings and her eyes. She was too stuck in autopilot to pause at the giggling. She opened her wings outward to their full extent sending the at least 200 pound werewolf flying backwards and into the wall. He was dazed, to say the least. She stepped over Nate lightly and the gun sort of just floated up and into her hand. She took another step while raising her arm and there was not even a moment's hesitation from the second her arm was fully extended and the second the trigger was pulled. It was painless. And then, she dropped the gun, the white stopped glowing, and she turned around with a suddenly concerned expression at his giggling. "Why are you laughing?"

Nate looked up at the bright glare in the room, squinting, he could hardly see her. It was like an out-of-body moment. In al of his days on the road, he'd have to say that was his first time seeing such a thing. He couldn't see very well but at the moment he could've sworn she was using the force. He opened his eyes fully as she stopped glowing. He was still laying, mildly comfortable in the broken table. He had his hands pressing on a spot on his stomach. He let his head rest on whatever was behind it. "I dunno but it hurts." He winced, his laughter made it hurt more. He adjusted himself so he could sit up.

"If it hurts, why are you laughing?" Tempe asked curiously, tilting her head and settling on her knees beside him. She rested her hand on his stomach and lifted the other tog ently take hold of his cheek. She brushed her thumb over the small cut she found there, and withing a few strokes, the skin had healed over almost completely. She seemed disturbed at his laughter, but more concerned with his physical state for the moment.

He huffed, looking up at her. "I dunno but it hurts." Nate said a little breathelessly, as she put even the tiniest bit of pressure on it, he tensed, pulling his knees up and closer. He was just a bit exhausted, wanting to go to bed regardless of the whole situation. He still had to look over the place. He looked away when she took his chin, trying intently to not make my expression.

"Helpful." Tempe said sarcastically, tilting her head and studying him with a neutral expression. "Any other cuts or bruises, things that hurt?" She asked lightly, gently tilting his chin up and glancing at either side of his neck.

"What? They didn't warn you I was so incredibly helpful when you took the job?" Nate grinned up at her with a teasing look. Which softened after she was being so caring about making sure he was okay. "I'm fine. Now at least." He gently pulled away from her hand so he could look at how she'd fixed him. He moved his hands and glanced at the three gashes through the shirt, same as the three slightly colored lines on his stomach that were visible through the holes. He scooted up into a better seat for getting up from. He wouldn't say he wanted fo complain about it but it was the weirdest sensation he'd ever felt to be healed in such a way.

"No, they didn't. I also didn't have a choice, so." Tempe said lightly, rolling her eyes. "Somehow I don't find that correct. But you can finish up here before I start babying you." She mocked, standing and offering her hand down to help him up. She smiled at the expression on his face. "What do you think of it?" She asked inquisitively, gesturing to his chin.

He tilted his head. "Heaven sounds more boring the more you talk about it." He said, looking up and taking her hand. Mostly just to help him maneuver around the broken table. His back definitely hurt but he didn't find it any issue and said nothing. He narrowed his eyes at her and stepped over the broken pile. Looking for his pistol. "Its hard to describe." He picked up his pistol from the floor and tucked it in his belt. "Its- its mildly uncomfortable." He said with a slight laugh following as he moved around the room.

"It is quite boring. I also don't spend much time there if I can help it." Tempe said lightly, helping him up without the slightest trouble for someone her size. She gave a dramatic shrug, tossing her hair over her shoulder mockingly at his words. "I know, right? The touch of an angel is just so amazing." She said sarcastically, chuckling at him. "That's not what I expected." She grinned, following him.