[ It is only for a moment, but the bright glowing in his eyes fades and is replaced by the briefest look of sadness: sadness that he is unable to speak as he wishes and cannot even move so that he might hold her as he once did.
The way she insists on re-draping the blanket so that they are both covered eases some of the concern and worry he holds inside, but the sad look in his eyes remains and the glow that returns does not entirely obscure it.
As her fingers lightly ghost alongside the healed wound, he leans forward once more so that he might rest his head against her shoulder, exhaustion seeming to pull him down even though he does not truly wish to sleep, not yet.
It isn't that his pain has lessened, although she saw to the wounds on his wrists and tended to the bruised areas on his back which has helped him breathe easier, but it has all settled into a constant state of discomfort, only occasionally spiking when the primal feels especially enraged. It isn't particularly comfortable, but it has reached a plateau of sorts.
The old wound has not responded well to the cold of the cell that he was held in, but it has become just another part of the ongoing struggle he has been locked in. Even so, his fingers curl and his lips press together into a thin line as if trying to hold back the ache that has spread out everywhere, not just from the place where he was stabbed. ]
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The way she insists on re-draping the blanket so that they are both covered eases some of the concern and worry he holds inside, but the sad look in his eyes remains and the glow that returns does not entirely obscure it.
As her fingers lightly ghost alongside the healed wound, he leans forward once more so that he might rest his head against her shoulder, exhaustion seeming to pull him down even though he does not truly wish to sleep, not yet.
It isn't that his pain has lessened, although she saw to the wounds on his wrists and tended to the bruised areas on his back which has helped him breathe easier, but it has all settled into a constant state of discomfort, only occasionally spiking when the primal feels especially enraged. It isn't particularly comfortable, but it has reached a plateau of sorts.
The old wound has not responded well to the cold of the cell that he was held in, but it has become just another part of the ongoing struggle he has been locked in. Even so, his fingers curl and his lips press together into a thin line as if trying to hold back the ache that has spread out everywhere, not just from the place where he was stabbed. ]