Gibney gave an almost dissatisfied grumble when nothing more came at him, shaking his head and rolling his shoulders in an attempt to shake down the impulse to attack. The threat was gone, now was not the time to be wanting to tear heads off, or he knew all too well that the head could be torn off of someone he cared about. Giving a long, low huff, he turned his gaze toward Jason, frowning as he saw that frail, brittle form.

Carefully, Gibney moved closer to the man, the rage he had been harboring the past several days ignored for the moment. The man was at his worst, there was no sense in adding more negative energy to the situation. He carefully scooped his crumpled body into his arms, padding quietly to the bed before laying him down, glancing around for something to treat the leaking wounds with.

"I dun really know whut happened," he answered the not fully formed question, the gruff, growling aggression still in his voice. "But 's over now, yer safe." A large part of him wanted to say I protected you, I fought for you, just as I want to fight for them, but for once Kyle was able to restrain his impulsive tongue. He moved away to gather and wet a towel and dropped to a crouch beside the elder, carefully cleaning the wounds with an expert hand, not so much as blinking at the sight of Jason's whithered form.