Omega's brow furrows as Dr. Gwen examines his mate, not out of displeasure but more the general concern that is keeping every muscle in his body tense. But when the doctor proclaims everything to be on course for healing, he breathes a silent sigh of relief; the medical technicians back on Isla Sorna were never so forthright with him, or even indicated that any particular pattern of recovery was normal. He simply... got better, sometimes through his own determination more than their cold, mechanical attention.

For perhaps the first time, Omega acknowledges a wave of genuine gratitude for what Dr. Gwen is and does for Blue and her sisters.

Blue's Alpha remains close at hand; Owen has his arms folded across his chest and the same look of concern on his face as Omega. Neither one of them will be fully settled until she recovers, or at least can move around on her own. And when the doctor suggests that Blue try moving on her own, Omega anticipates Blue's agreement and slides instinctively off the bed--

--and it's a good thing, too. His mate has been in bed for... likely an entire week straight. Barely a step forward, and Blue's legs give out from under her. In a flash Omega is around the bed, catching her before she collapses to the floor. There was no way Blue wasn't going to try, and he respects the hell out of that, but it was too much, too fast. She's not going anywhere without help.

"It's okay, take it easy," Owen says from Blue's other side, resting a hand on the back of her head. "We'll try it a little slower next time."