Viktor hadn't expected Yuuri to sit behind him like that; it was a bit closer and more intimate than he had expected and, if he was being honest, was entirely comfortable with, but he was too exhausted to object and his head was starting to hurt horribly now. Occasionally he would wince in pain when Yuuri hit a particularly tender spot while trying to clean the wound, and it took him a few minutes to realize that Dom, who had curled under the crook of his arm, seemed to be feeling some of the pain himself. He felt worse for that; it was Viktor's own stupidity, running off like that, which had caused all of this. Worse, he knew that given the choice he would make the same mistake again. Viktor loved Makkachin too much to just abandon her like that, and even now he reached over with his free hand to scratch her ear affectionately. She was sitting on the floor at their side, whining occasionally.
He tried to focus on what Yuuri was saying, but none of it meant anything to him, not really. He didn't remember anything about brushing hair before competitions and while it seemed like it might be significant to Yuuri, it was entirely lost on him. And pair skating? He tried to imagine that scenario, but couldn't. He'd never pair skated in his life. He did his best work alone, and always had, ever since he was a teenager. Nor did it seem relevant to the situation here, not anymore. Skating had been his entire life for so many years now; he'd sacrificed so much for his career that he didn't know who he was without it, or what that meant for him in a place where skating was apparently secondary to survival.
Just thinking about it made his head hurt, so instead he focused on Domovoi's comforting mind link and the warm body against his own. He kept his other hand in Makka's hair as a reassurance, and tried to catalogue what he remembered of the last few hours, in case that disappeared, too.
"I wonder if someone lives in this cabin," he said out loud, after a period of silence. It was small and out of the way, but clearly functional, and he didn't know much about what the kitchen looked like or what might have been in it, but there was apparently electricity and running water, which someone had to pay for. "How did you say we got here, again?"