There was a sick satisfaction in it, perhaps, but truly, he was merely playing his cards appropriately. Any wolf who came seeking shelter could find themselves in debt once they had been given such a thing. Tesseract had always been a fan of others' debts, particularly when owed to him. It also gave him the illusion of forgiveness and mercy, when truly, business was business at the end of the day. It was to keep his pack safe, anyway. They couldn't have the leftovers of some fallen warrior smoldering on their borders without the risk of luring Tobias or other predators, such as cougars, to their haven. He supposed they'd call it smart, really.

Iblis, too, seemed to know the cards to play, particularly when in such a precarious position. As he agreed to be cleansed, Tesseract dipped his head in a solemn bow before moving towards the male, offering his shoulder to him as he turned to face the waters not too far from them. It was a genuine offer, really, for Iblis to lean his smaller form against him; he doubted the male would survive too many waves before damn well toppling over. If he took him up on the offer, he'd lead him across the sands to the shallow waters, the waves washing over his own chest and removing whatever filth and blood might have accumulated on him. How odd to think that a wolf so small had held up so well, he could not help but contemplate it as he watched down on Iblis. At almost a foot taller, it was rather... remarkable, though he did not forget the inevitable small-dog syndrome that came with it. He narrowed his eyes in thought, pondering just what Iblis could pay them back with.

"You seem clean enough. Lean into me - I shall take you somewhere warm and call for a Healer if you so desire."

Riopat had been making the rounds so surely this would be nothing new to her. Had Rogue not mentioned her fixing her whole face? If that was speaking for the woman's skills then perhaps Iblis could leave with hope of not being covered in ghastly scars. Perhaps that could make for a double debt: one for he and one for Riopat, though he hardly believed she would take anybody up on such a thing. She seemed almost too kind at times, too gentle but it seemed to be the territory that came with Healers. Even Isola, after all, had been one such a long time ago.

He began then to slowly move towards the dunes, remembering where the abandoned dens had been located, since left behind by foxes too nervous about wolves. They had made many along the coast, keeping close to the gulls that now begun to cackle in the distance, greeting the sun's face and warmth. If Iblis was too... frail to make his way up the slipping dunes, then Tesseract would not hesitate to grab a piece of intact scruff and half drag him up. He was almost small enough to do so, anyway. It'd take time, sure, but at least the male did not seem to be bleeding so profusely anymore. Salt did a marvelous job at drying out skin and scabs once the flesh became less slick with water. Oh, the marvels of the sea, no?

They'd reach the destination eventually, a small pocket of a den wedged beneath a thicket and a fallen tree. It was old, the edges rough and loose but it would be warm with the morning sun lapping at its lips. Besides, what could a wolf so small expect? A luxurious den large enough for several of him? It was private, it was a fair distance away from the others and it would do for now. Generosity didn't have a set criteria.

"This will keep you warm for now. Get some rest; though, I must ask. What - or who - put you in such a condition, hm?"

What was an easy question to answer: it was likely that same, uppity attitude that had failed to impress Tesseract. Who, though? Well, he supposed there might have been a long list of potential candidates for that answer. Perhaps he was making some rather bias assumptions but... why not?