The fluff in his face was a nice change from cold hard steel, though Wash could see it was a little too pink to be his particular ball of fluff. "Thanks," he muttered as Lela licked his forehead. That couldn't have felt good, but at least it was better than aggravating the concussion any more than he already had.

Aside from that, he was following orders for once and not getting up - not that he was entirely certain he could anyways. At least he could hear Ziva talking. That was a good sign.

Melody limped over, picking up the little metal square in her mouth on the way. She settled in at her person's side, nudging gently at him. She was hurting, but that didn't mean she wanted him to get even worse, jeez! And she wasn't taking it, Lela - she's holding your prize, like you're holding her person. It's a trade, at least temporarily.