Theon couldn't help but switch his gaze between the door and the plates of food he bore in his hands. Oddly enough he could say he's always looked forward to breakfast, Theo may even go so far as to say it's his favorite meal of the day. It's something he mostly found enjoyable due to his childhood though, when his father would prepare lavish breakfasts for the two of them to share before they really began their days. Besides, having a decent breakfast before a shitty day falls upon anyone is always a small silver lining.

Amber eyes moved back up to the door at the sound of footsteps beyond the barrier, and soon enough he was greeted with the livelier face of Jezebel. "Good morning, Alpha. Please, come in." Theo actually forced a faint smile to push past his lips as he stepped forward to enter the room. "Good morning to you as well, Jezebel. You look a bit more spirited then last night, can I assume rest remedied some of your exhaustion?" Theon spoke as he set her plate on the nightstand he had set her dinner tray previously. Stepping away and facing her again, his gaze switched down to his plate as he picked at a piece of bacon.

While he was trying to be endearing rather than rudely observant, at least his tone was well mannered enough to aid in expressing his good natured intentions. But he did observe yesterday just how poor of shape she was in, though anyone that had seen her last night would have formed similar impressions of her being a fairly battered being. "Would you still like for me to send a medic to oversee you after breakfast?" He asked, his brow raising with his question as his gaze latched onto her figure.

"Yes indeed. I rested much better than I have in a good while." Theon gave a nod of acknowledgment, since there was hardly much more to say on his part. Most people -and werewolves- he presumed don't appreciate having their appearances commented on in great detail. Especially after having been in such poor condition, and while Jezebel didn't quite seem touchy about it yet, the male was being safe rather than sorry.

Clasping his hands behind his back, straightening his posture in wait of her answer, Theo tipped his head forward in an attentive gesture. "I believe I'll be fine without seeing a medic, but I do have a rather nasty gash on the back of my shoulder that I can't see well enough to tend to." Reeling his head back with a blink, he watched as Jezebel reached over the shoulder before mentioned. Assuming it was just a deeper wound, Theo guessed it would heal on its own eventually. "I suppose that being said you could either send for a medic or take a look at it yourself and make a decision from there." Contemplation rooted over Theo's features.

The alpha was no medic, and quite frankly not an individual one should quite go to for medical... anything. Before Verena oh so lovingly corrected his medical practices, Theon had only three remedies for everything. Alcohol to disinfect, rags to soak up any crimson liquid from injuries, and ductape to close up larger gashes. Apparently ductape is not a suitable means of healing oneself, according to Verena. She was the one that not only tended to any of Theo's injuries, but also the one that taught him how to provide himself with basic care in her absence. Removing himself from thought with his hands unclasping, Theo began a few moderately paced steps towards Jezebel. "If you're comfortable with me overseeing the wound myself, I'd probably be able to judge whether or not you'll need any necessary attention from a medic." Theon spoke, stopping when he came a foot short of being face to face with the she-wolf.

For most, his close proximity was usually a means of intimidation, but nothing about his stance currently reflected such a nature. Besides, it's more so Theon's occasional stares that are utterly devoid of emotion that make him a being worth cowering in the presence of. As Erix had once described it to the alpha, it feels like his amber gaze is piercing through a spiritual boundary, as if his eyes alone could read the sins of the soul unfortunate enough to be caught in his radar. It was a rather specific description to Theo, but it summed it up rather well. In his more relaxed states, such as the one he's in now, his gaze is that more akin to a fiery sunset. The orange-gold spectacle of his eyes calmly churning in a sea of warmer colored waters. And that gaze currently observed Jezebel, though unlike last night, he had noticed the faint smell of Verena become overshadowed by the she-wolf before him. It was difficult needless to say to be so fondly reminded of his mate, just to so quickly have the reminder he associated with her taken. It's not Jezebel's fault by any means, but Theon was certainly adjusting to seeing another being in Verena's room, and in Verena's clothes.

Theon didn't currently have a reason to front with an intimidating stance, and he wouldn't unless he was given one. Considering the little he's observed of Jezebel though, he doubted she would push him to that point. "I don't mind you having a look. I don't want anyone else to have to take a look if it won't be necessary." Giving a hum of what nearly bordered amusement, Theo nodded. "No, wouldn't want anyone to endure the unnecessary." He responded, but if there was no need for a medic, he doubted Jezebel would appreciate one poking around at her injuries.

Watching the she-wolf, internally he grimaced for her in sympathy at the sight of her back. Usually he's only ever seen such a heavy presence of scars on his Warriors, so to see the array on her back make him wonder whether she was of a rank similar, prior to know of course. Perhaps she was just more of a rough and tumbly kind of wolf though, so for now he wasn't passing any internal judgment or assumptions.

As the shirt unveiled the deeper wound, Theo inched closer to better gauge it for himself. The fact there was still blood, and it wasn't further progressed in terms of healing, told Theon enough. She was more than likely exposed to wolfsbane, but why? A bombardment of thoughts hit the alpha. Did she lead hunters to her pack territory, and the pack wanted her so badly to punish her for that? Did she attempt to use wolfsbane against one of her fellow pack mates, and the attempt went awfully wrong? Theon was now gravely skeptical, but it din't curve the fact that the wound still needed attention. "Stay here, if this is what I think it is then I might know a fix." Theon stated before turning away to briskly exit the room.

Indeed, Theo did know a fix to mild exposure to wolfsbane. Thanks to his former mate though. Witch hazel is such a simple remedy that it's most often overlooked, but it does work in effectively cleaning out wolfsbane from a wound entirely to allow the wolf's body to heal at the faster rate it should be. Theon was rather quick to arm himself with the small bottle he had in his bathroom cupboard, as well as a small hand towel, before he walked back to Jezebel's room.

"This will more than likely sting for a moment, but if I'm right, it'll be for the best. And if I'm wrong," Theon paused briefly as he re-approached the she-wolf and dabbed some of the witch hazel onto the hand towel. "Then I apologize for the unnecessary stinging." He finished as he pressed the cloth to her wound gently, but firm enough for the witch hazel to do it's job. After a moment, Theo pulled the cloth away. "Alright, now that the sterilization is out of the way, I'm just going to add a thin layer of gauze for good measure." The alpha spoke whilst moving around behind Jezebel to do as he said he was. When he got his hands on the medical kit he had given her last night, Theon pulled out gauze and tape to be able to finish patching her up.

"If it gets any worse after this though, I'll consider it concerning enough to call for a professional. So in that event, let me know and I'll dispatch a medic to be at your aid." The alpha spoke, working quickly but efficiently with the gauze on Jezebel's shoulder. When the male finished, he blew out a quiet sigh. "You're good." He said, signaling for her to lower her shirt when she was ready.

"Okay. A little stinging shouldn't be too bad." It was for the best Jezebel hadn't directly been looking at Theon's face at those words, because he very much let a look of skepticism slip through his neutral facade. The alpha knew from experience just how much that little stinging truly felt, and it certainly was not pleasant. Jezebel's body reacted in the manner he anticipated it to, so it didn't hinder him from proceeding to still care for the wound. In all honesty though, albeit he wouldn't admit this, Theo felt a ping of guilt for knowing he directly caused her to feel pain. Even if it was because he was helping her, which is really the only reason he didn't let it bother him.

"Hopefully it won't come to that. Thank you again." Dipping his head in a nod, Theo gave a simple reply of, "you're welcome." Sliding one hand into his pocket -a habitual action for the male-, just when the thought of suggesting that soon he would prefer to get his questions out of the way, Jezebel spoke. "When would you like me to answer the questions you'd had for me?" Noting the curiosity to her tone and the lip bite, Theo expressed a small sigh. "The sooner the better, Jezebel. Information in a timely manner is essential to not only maintaining your stay, but also the safety of my pack and myself. I do politely ask for your complete candor, regardless of whether you think it will jeopardize your state of refuge here." Theon stated, although his expression and light downward tilt of his head expressed he was abundantly serious with what he was about to add.

"I do not tolerate liars, so above all else, do not lie to me, Jezebel. The omitting or concealment about specific personal details I will not forbid as personal affairs and matters are of little to no concern of mine, but I do ask when it comes to my questions, you share every necessary piece of information possible with me." Theon finished, relenting from the intensity of his gaze once he was sure she understood how serious this was to him. If she were to lie about the pretenses of why the pack Claxton wanted her, then Theon himself would count that as treason. However, he didn't mind certain personal things being kept from him. For example, this could easily be a case of scorned lovers of some sort, but he didn't need to know every little thing about whatever kind of relationship that could have been. However, if Jezebel did commit treason with her own pack, he would want to know what act exactly she committed, as well as why and what motivated her to do so. "We can start now, if you'd prefer to get it over with. Or I can let you enjoy your meal and I can return shortly." Theon said, basically laying out the only two options she had with him when it comes to the questioning.