Black Mamba was still a rather small little group, to be perfectly honest. It was mostly people that Jadyr had plucked from the streets, the docks, unsavory positions, or just... his friends. Like Tobias. After Emille, the group had moved much closer together... which had wound up with every member sharing Jadyr's home. There was Rayzer - the fighter-turned-savior, merc-for-hire brunette who crashed on the couch every now and again when he wasn't sleeping on the floor. There was Nathaniel, too - not exactly a troublemaker, but part of the family nonetheless. The 'camp medic' as it were. And then... there was Tobias. Ah, Tobias. He had the run of the place. Right now, though - he was curled up on the couch with with blanket tucked over him, bandaged up from head to toe.
He wasn't the only one relaxing in the main room. A large oversize chair had been set up for Jonah, who was curled up on it, sporting more bruises than a boxing match loser. Both he and Tobias had been through the wringer, and - while Tobias was taking it in stride, and pretty much good-natured about the whole thing... Withdrawal was starting to make Jonah highly unsociable, and more than a little snappish. However, that particular side of this withdrawal seemed to completely miss Jad. When Jadyr was around, Jonah was a little kitten.
At the current moment, Nathaniel was in the kitchen, checking on what they had in terms of dinner material, and considering... as dispassionately as possible... the issue that was a badly wounded member in need of rest, and a new recruit who needed to forcibly get clean enough to treat for other things.
"Hey Jadyr! Can I talk to you in the kitchen?" Nate called out into the living room. "It's kind of on the important side, and I... would just as soon handle this immediately."