Number Nine didn't know Medusa too well yet, nor had she been around for the other's unfortunate near death experience. However, this didn't mean that the warrior hadn't heard about it. Such a thing would've been difficult to achieve, considering whispers and rumors passed through Palmclan at astonishingly fast speeds, and something as big as someone nearly drowning was bound to spread eventually. The jaguar had winced upon first being told about it, unable to even imagine the sheer panic and terror one would feel while sinking to their possible demise. Thus, it wasn't all that surprising to him when he spotted Medusa running by, looking as though she had seen some kind of ghost.

Nine had near instantly decided to abandon his hunting venture for now, burying what prey he had caught before he followed after her. When he grew close, it was hard not to see the panicked state that she was in, his ears flicking back against his skull in worry. After a moment, he spoke up, clearing his throat to hopefully break her from her attack, "Uh... miss Medusa? That's your name, right? Medusa? Are you alright? You look like you could use a shoulder to lean on..." He got ever so slightly closer, silently offering his own shoulder up if she needed it. He didn't want to intrude on her personal space, and risk making things even worse – at the same time, he also didn't just want to let her collapse in on herself.

It was difficult not to recoil, when someone hissed directly in your face after you approached them. However, Nine also knew that Medusa had been through quite a bit already, and it was hardly as if he was going to scold her. Instead, his ears just briefly flattened back before he spoke, wings shifting warily, "Easy there... trust me. I'm not here to cause you any more harm..." She had obviously been through enough, especially if this was how she was reacting to someone simply approaching her too quickly. Regardless, it didn't seem as though Medusa's hostility lasted for long, as the hybrid slowly moved towards him. The fear in her eyes was hard not to take personally, but he managed all the same. After all, she wasn't fearful of him, nor was she fearful of his mercenary abilities – something that had come up far too often in his life. Instead, she was just scared of her surroundings, and a possible repeat of what had happened to her before.

Once she grew close, Nine made a soft surprised noise at feeling her muzzle press up against his shoulder. Despite this, he made no effort to move away, instead just sitting back on his haunches. The feeling of Medusa's tail curling around his wrist caused the jaguar to chuckle softly, one of his large feathered wings coming to drape over her shoulders. He said soothingly, his tone accompanied by a slow musical hum, "Everything is alright, miss. You're safe here, I promise. You're on nice dry land, and that isn't changin' anytime soon." He was unsure of how much the words of a practical stranger would really matter to Medusa, but Number Nine still wanted to make an attempt. Maybe he could become a friend, rather than simply a clanmate.

— Reggan