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Jelanii watched as Istanell left to get supplies. As soon as he was out of sight, Jelanii's attention was immediately back on Illian. If he was honest with himself, his attention had never wholly been off the shifter. He wasn't sure what it was about the shifter that drew his gaze. Maybe it was his grace when he fought, the quite dignity that embodied his very being, or maybe it was just that he was simply beautiful and Jelanii had never though a man beautiful until this moment.

Whatever it was, Jelanii wanted to get to know the stranger. It was a strange feeling to be so drawn to another person. Yet here he was and they were alone and who knew if he would ever get an opportunity to speak to him again. So Jelanii stood, moving towards the Shifter.

"Hello. I don't think we actually formally met. Though I suppose that's to be expected since I was pretty busy punching people and you were busy knocking them out." He held his hand out in greeting "I'm Jelanii."

Illian's hand felt warm in his and he let himself linger just a second longer than necessary before letting go. Jelanii shrugged. "It depends on what you considered formally trained. I never had just one teacher, mostly anyone who had fighting experience in my town or visitors I could get to teach me. You, on the other hand, was amazing. You moved with such grace and the way you could anticipate your opponent movements..." He shook his head. "It's rare to see someone so attune with their surroundings like you are."

He realized he was gushing and quickly closed his mouth. He ran a hand through his hair, searching for something to say that wouldn't sound so much like a youngling. "Do you need any help getting fixed up?"

"I can only hope," Jelanii said with a small chuckle. "I plan to do a lot more fighting in the future." The words came out without thought and with a start Jelanii realized that it was true It wasn't so much that he was seeking to get into more brawls, but he knew he had no intention of hiding how he felt about the Obans in the future and that meant he'll probably be in another fight in no time. He shook his head sheepish. He wasn't sure one brawl after another was exactly how one went about changing the world, but at least it was a start.

His attention was drawn back to Illian, but then again since he met the man his gaze was drawn. This time though, he noticed the way the man flexed his hand. "Does it hurt? You might need to stretch it out." He moved a little closer. "Here, let me look at it. I know this trick. I used it when my hands got sore during fighting practices."

Jelanii took Illian's hand, feeling a warmth spread through him at being able to touch the other man. This was bad. He was acting like a youngling with a crush. He knew nothing about the man, besides that he could fight, had just found his long lost brother, and was probably one of the most beautiful men he had ever come across. Jelanii swallowed. That train of thought was going to get him in trouble.

Instead he turned Illian's hand over. he lightly traced a V between the thumb and index finger. "This right here is a spot where if you add pressure can help relieve pain, including headaches. It might hurt a little at first, but in two minutes you'll feel a lot better." He looked up at Illian and as he did he met the man's eyes directly. For a moment he could only stare and then he tore his gaze away.

"Uh, is it okay if I continue?"

"But sometimes you have to go through a little pain before it gets better," Jelanii said, his gaze turning back to Illian's hand, which he had be still unconsciously tracing his finger over his palm without thought. He wondered if the other thought he was odd now. He mentally shook that thought off If it came down to it, he'll just pass it off as part of the remedy.

He pressed his finger against the pressure point, holding it down. He knew it would cause a short soreness at first, before the pain slowly was released. He held the man's hand, pushing on the pressure point for the two minutes. It was strange, but the two minutes felt both long and incredibly short.

This close, he could hear the sound of Ilian's breath, smell his scent, and suddenly he was all too aware of him.

The soft sound that spilled from Illian's mouth should have made him want to jerk back and ask the man if he was okay, instead it sent a flare of heat through him. That was bad, he mentally scolded himself for, but he was starting to realize that might be a useless endeavor. Once the two minutes were up he let up and looked up, briefly catching the other man's eye before he cleated his throat.

Jelanii laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm glad I could help. If..if there is anything else I can do for you, please let me know."

That was, really the best he could come up with. He wished he could say something interesting, even charming, but his mind just seemed set on taking in the lean muscle and long beautiful hair that his hands were itching to grip and....Yes, his mind was a traitorous thing.

Jelanii swallowed. He wondered if the man was teasing him, but there was nothing to indicate he had noticed Jelanii's nervousness, except for the possibility that he was being obvious. Gods, was he being obvious? He mentally shook that away and straighten.

"Of course," he said firmly and went to take the other hand. "Did you hurt this one as well?"

Jelanii stared at Illian's hand pretty sure the man didn't mean to be provacative when he said that, but that didn't stop Jelanii's mind from going there. He felt heat rise up in his cheek. "Is that so? I think it'ld be good to have a good grip as well as good technique."

He noticed the man had kept his gloves on during the pressure massage. He thought of telling him it would be more effective without them, which was true, but he hesitated. If he hadn't taken them off, there might be a reason for that, so instead he ran his thumb over his palm. "Should I start now?"