His hands are getting chewed and his wrists are being clawed, but he's pretty okay. Irritated and ready for this wriggling beast to knock it off, but okay. He's almost ready to drop the thing or hit it against a tree -- that'll knock it out, right? -- when it starts to go slack in his hands, and he peers down at it, using his thumb to lift its chin. The animal's still awake, but groggy.

"I'm fine," he says brusquely, and he doesn't add that the cat will be fine too now that it isn't gnawing on him anymore. He rearranges it in his arms and winds up holding it like a baby.

"We done?"