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"Vincent." She hummed softly, having felt him wake back up against her. "There's something troubling you... I can feel it. Do tell me, please."
To her dying day she will deny that it sounded like a plea, not desperate but caring. She did not plea. A roc does not beg or plea. They get what they want. But... She could make an exception for him.
She blushed brightly when she felt his arms snake under her and wrap around her. She never had anyone to hold her so she was unfamiliar with the feeling. She decided it was odd, not bad, just odd. Her arms tightened around him as he moved again, his aura flaring in a despondent way. If something emotional could be attached to his illness, she would help. She's not a nurse, but she can darn well try!
A long moment of silence was all the replied to her question and she decided she would get it out of him. She maneuvered them so he was a bit further up her chest, a hand on his back and the other in his hair. "Come now, love... It's okay." She near purred, running her fingers against his scalp.

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She kept her fingers running though his hair as he spoke, letting him speak of his own volition. She wouldn't push him if it made him upset, but the tear in his eyes were another story. He was trying to keep from crying. Stubborn mule.
"Are my actions upsetting you?" Though that wasn't the question she really wanted to ask him, she knew if she kept this up he would tell her whats wrong. But ... the way that was worded and the looking away... Her hand on his back began a slow pattern of rubbing. It was what she would do the older caravan boys when they needed to be calmed to talk.
"It must be something, love, to make you curl against and hold me like this." The air spiked with tension again and she hummed softly, trying out a small useless skill she picked up. She continued humming in the back of her throat, one that had changed from whole to part voice box. The other part was for her avian form and she could speak over it.
"Nothing you say now will leave this room. I swear on my flocks graves."

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She closed her eyes, leaning her head back and letting him cry against her. She warmed herself up a bit as a way or relaxing but kept humming. He needed this. She could feel it in her bones. He needed to let all that he had been holding in loose. He needed to pull the poison knife from the wound and let someone patch him up. If he didn't the poison would spread and that and blood loss would kill him. He was too important to go that way.
Using a good amount of her focus, she let both of her voices hum, creating a song that changed every so often. She let the music control her, her temperature fluctuating with the rhythm, her face softening or becoming stern. It was like her body was a symphony, playing and changing to the tune and tempo. She was a woman of many talents but she never really showed off. Why let them know all the cards up your sleeve?
After a long while, Urania couldn't begin to guess the length of, the song changed to words. Old languages flowing off her tongue as her syrinx kept the background beat. She sang for a long time after that, letting song bleed into song and tunes blend to the point that she barely remembered the words to sing before they left her lips. But her focus was still crystal clear in her mind.
' You do it for him.'

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Hours later found her listening to the sounds of the roaring fire in the next room and the music of the late night. So many creatures gave their own little sound piece to the mix, making her smile at the odd mixture. She gave her own little trills and hums along with the outside, making her feel at home with the foreign nature she had moved to.
Vincent was still curled against her, face pressed into her chest and arms securely around her. She blushed softly again, not having been this close to anyone like this for this long. But she didn't have the heart to move the present object of her affections. He went from agony, to near death, to shock, to stubbornness, to near night terrors, to near death, to opening up and crying, and now back to sleep. This was the most she'd ever seen anyone, other than Faythee, show in such a short amount of time. No woder he was asleep again, that much emotion was unheard of without rest the day prior.
She kept her soothing touches deep into the night, enjoying the natural cool of his body against hers. Everyone was cool to her, seeing as she had near boiling blood. Most touches bothered her and made her twitch, but this was soothing to her. She spent so long comforting Vincent that she never noticed how at ease she was with him. How she never once flinched at his touches, nor felt the need to act out. She was.... comfortable... with him. She smiled at the thought, her blush darkening and her body warming minutely. She was comfortable, and she drifted off to a light sleep happy with that fact.

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The first though from her sleep dulled brain was, 'You, sir, need help', followed by something along the lines removing stress though pleasurable means before her brain pulled itself together. Her hair fluffed up again, more feathers appearing in the long mess as she restarted what she'd done earlier. She heated herself back up and pulled the crying man close to her. She sat up, him in her lap and pulled him so his face was in her neck again. She could feel the dripping of something down her back and frowned. 'He tore the stitching.'
She rocked back and forth, moving his arms to latch around her again, preferring to bear the scars he may inflict rather than let him mark himself. She placed one hand at the back of his head and the other at his waist, keeping him close to her as she calmed her breathing. She began humming in her syrinx to making a purring noise and speaking to him quietly with her larynx.
"Hush now... Hushnie now... Everything is alllright... It's allllllright... I'm here... Nothing will get you... I'm here... Shh, shhhhh...." And other vocalizations of that manner were spoken softly into Vincent's ear, a hand carding through his hair. Things like this take time. He needed someone to help him when he got this low and help him back on his feet to fight his troubles. But everyone falls. How fast they get up depends on them and those there to help them. She let him scratch her as he tried to flail and make no sounds of pain as his nails dug into her back. Don't get her wrong, it hurt. It hurt very very much. But it was nothing compared to his pain. So she held strong, rocking and whispering to him, and let him make the next move.

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Silence reigned over them after his outburst, a deathly calm settling over the duo. Urania's hair, which at one point was a fluffy mass of comfort, was now bigger, her feathers standing on edge. Her voice was even, a forced playfullness coloring it.
"A god of chaos must do nothing. A god of chaos is required to do nothing." Her eyes were like ice colored glass, sharp and clear. She knew he could not see the death in her eyes from where he was, but she was sure he could feel it. Her temperature dropped drastically as her temper flared.
"You are a god. No matter what another says, you are a being of pure power." Her grip on his slumped form tightened as she kept rocking. She took several deep breaths before asking her next question. She would now be treading on thin ice.
"You've been holding in too much power..." She started. This was either going to end well, or with one of them dead. Oh, she prayed for the former so hard. If she could find a way to release the pent up energy that is hurting him, everything should calm down. Should being the candid word. "Who is your balance?"

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Her hair rose further at the sudden threat, her temperature skyrocketing as her lips turned black with the beginnings of a shift. Her nails filled out and grew, but her hands raising in a calming manner. She cares for him, shelters him, holds him, and the second she proposes the right answer, he threatens her! Ohhhhh no! This is NOT going to happen.
She focused her full gaze on him, her hair shifting to it's alarmed silver, black, and red. Her hands moved in a placating manner, trying to ease the tension the burst into the room.
"Peace, Vincent. Peace. I mean you no harm. You mean me no harm. Peace." She took a deep breath and patted her hair down, fighting her instincts to rise and shift. Once she felt it was sufficiently flat, she took another deep breath and leveled him with a soft look.
"I am not that young, Vincent. My people are not that young. We tell tales and lessons down the generations. I have the knowledge of all those before me. Every god needs a balance, no matter what they control. It's natural. Ebb and flow."
She closed her eyes and forced her avian features away, wanting to face him head on, rather than raise more hackles. She took another calming breath and realized her whole face hurt, the nerves there screaming in agony. She willed tears away as he face felt like it had been smashed into the ground. She bit her lip, forcing her glossy eyes open. His wild energy was hurting her, but she would say nothing. He needed her undivided attention at the moment. She would give it. With a pray and another sigh, she blinked the tears away and looked him straight in the eyes.
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.... Now breathing was getting hard. She made no indication of this discovery, only taking a bit longer to breathe in and out, forcing air into her near petrified lungs. Her back was horribly sore, blood dripping from open cuts from his nails, now bleeding more rapidly as the pressure of the room forced the wounds wider. Her healing ability was having trouble keeping up, as there was no inward indication of injury, only pain. Her back wasn't healing because the pressure was keeping it open, and her healing only went so far.
"V-Vincent, please. Just... Calm down."

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She took several slow deep breaths as the pressure lifted, trying to calm herself down as her healing rushed into overdrive at the sudden release of her wounds. She left him grasp her hand and pull her up to him, allowing him full control of the situation. Her hair returned to it's autumn colors, falling to her knees as it was fully undone and let loose. Her face was the only thing that bothered her, the pain only dulling slightly. Her face was too sensitive for her tastes at times and now was definitely one of them.
When he pulled her close to him and embraced her, holding her like she was something precious, tears fell. She let her dam break and let the tears she'd been holding back from pain fall. She wrapped her arms around his waist, as she couldn't get them up around his neck in their position and rested her leaking face at the crook of his neck. He was speaking to her, she could feel it, but the true sound of it was lost to her ears. Her voice shook softly as her face was letting her know it's discomfort.
"I kn-ow, Vincent, I know. It's a-llright. I'm safe an-d fine. Not your fault. I pushed. You pushed back. Normal. Natural." Her tears subsided quickly, leaving her to deal with the pain of her lips moving without outward indication. She cut her sentences short and picked her words carefully.
"Safe... Comfortable." She leaned against him a bit, her healing taking her energy as her lungs had been stilled for a moment and thus took a good amount of healing to get the blood flowing again. She did her best to hum again, but it was very soft and prone to bouts of silence. Her temperature stayed low, the heat necessary to heal her. But she was comfy against him. And that all that mattered at the moment.