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Suprisingly, Nakshidil's whimper affected him more than resetting the bone had. Her quiet vocalization of startled pain caused him to look up at her, slightly bewildered. He watched her as she grabbed the splint and applied it to his leg. He had to move his hands as she placed it, and he firmly wound the straps in place, to hold his leg still while the bone healed, now in the right alignment. Almost immediately the fresh agony began to ebb, probably because of the fast acting alcohol.

He watched her as she grabbed another glass of brandy for him, and a glass of water. He took the brandy but moved to grasp her hands in his, stilling the trembling appendages with wonder.
"It is alright." He offered, rubbing his scarred fingers over her knuckles soothingly. Seeing Nakshidil normally so composed, agitated worried him. "We did it, everything is alright." He repeated.

One moment, he was sitting up, a fair distance from the girl, the next her body was pressed against his, without any fair warning. He released a suprised exclamation as the brandy was knocked away, replaced by a hot, anguished youth. He fell back against the pillows, Nakshidil coming down with him, his arms wrapping around her slim shoulders protectively. It was by instinct he had done it.

His body was solid and compact underneath the shift, smooth patches of skin interrupted by jagged lines where the scars were left, felt easily because his shift was very thin. The teal material was hardly more than a visual barrier, useless against tactile contact. Instantly he could feel Nakshidil, her curves against his, her silken raven hair finding its way inbetween his fingers, her tears seeping through the material of his clothes.

"Nak--oh." His brief protest became a groan barely stifled as sensations bombarded him. Heat, fire, pain, and desire all intermingled into a rush of heady emotion that caused A'Hallei to hold onto Nakshidil and cling for his life. To hold, to hug, to push away, to comfort? What was wrong, what was right? He was shocked, as simple as that, too shocked to feel the immediate violation of his personal boundaries by so innocent as a weeping girl. And how her voice, so lyrical and impassioned carried through him and lanced his cold heart, twining about it like harp strings the color of the forest canopy. Nakshidil, sweet, caring, niave Nakshidil, how could he resist? How could he say no?

A'Hallei quickly tamped down the rush of desire that was overcoming him at this contact, but it had been so long since he had touched anyone, so long since he'd last known lust. Nakshidil was a nubile youth with raven hair, just coming into the prime of her life. He decided to hold onto her, to rub her shoulders in a soothing manner.

"No worry." He offered a little lamely to her, clucking his tongue gently as she moaned with the force of her crying. He wasn't doing much to help, he lamented internally. Looking down, his neon eyes interlocked with hers, the color of life and growth, spilling over with tears, he lifted one hand to cradle the back of her head, feeling his fingers slide through the soft locks.
"A'Hallei is alright."

It was all he could think to say, from what he could determine was the cause of her distress. The cougar stood up and plodded accross his stomach, iliciting little 'oof's from him, to bump her head gently against Nakshidil comfortingly. He smiled down at her, though it looked charmingly awkward on him.

Unfortunately for him, the cub decided his stomach was as good a place to nap as any, and plopped down where she stood, close enough to bump her head against Nakshidil, asking for more petting. However, between having one arm curled around Nakkie's thin shoulders, and another buried in her dark hair, there wasn't a damn thing A'Hallei could do about it.

Gently, he eased his white hand from her dark curls, but as he moved it to slide the cub off of him, she attacked it, teething the fingers gently. A'Hallei grimaced slightly, but let her continue, not wanting two emotionally upset girls beside him. He sighed quietly, helpless as the two curled in even closer, Nakshidil melting herself alongside him, pressed against him on one side save for his leg, thankfully so. The brandy was already starting to give him a giggly feeling somewhere in his belly, and the other glass...Well Nakkie was laying in it.

He let her slip from his grip without protest, though he shuffled to the side a little to avoid getting himself soaked in the brandy now staining those lovely green sheets. It was almost a travesty, really. Silent eyes followed Nakshidil's form as she ran to switch her clothes, what was on now hugging her body even closer than before.

For someone who preferred nudity, she sure could change fast he noted. Her brandy soaked dress was on the floor in a flash, other clothes already on their way on. He inhaled deeply, toppling the cougar back beside him and freeing his breathing some.
"Sorry." He apologized when she was within earshot again, looking guiltily to the stained bedsheets.

A'Hallei took the brandy gratefully and began to sip it, not noticing the fuzziness beginning to creep up on him. He did however notice his leg felt somewhat detatched now, the pain floating off away somewhere. Whatever this stuff was, it worked. He turned bright eyes to Nakshidil, feeling strangely emotional.

"You have been..." He stopped to consider his words, "Good to me."

He was pleased with the simple statement and handed the drained glass to her, settling back into the sheets with a tired sigh. He lifted his hands in a helpless gesture and let them fall back to his sides. "I don't know..."

He meant to say he didn't know what he was doing, but let it hang before he revealed too much. What he said was truth though. But, he couldn't just stay here. It felt odd to him, laying on her bed, in her house. His leg was feeling better...wasn't it?

A'Hallei was silent for a long time, breathing softly, head turned away from Nakshidil. In the tranquil moment he thought, hardly any part of his body moved save for the even rise and fall of his chest, the almost imperceptible thrum of his pulse against his neck, and the timid shiver of long white lashes.

He considered her question and his answer over and over again. Long slim ears could hear the contented purr of the cougar as she sat cradled in Nakshidil's arms. Here in this moment, he was safe.

Eventually, lambent eyes dewy with kind wonder turned to face her, dark forest and natural green meeting harsh neon eyes.
"No." He answered, with a sense of irony causing a smile to curl his thin lips, "But I have not been kind...To those closest."

What was that saying...? Bite the hands that feed you? He owed some people apologies for his erratic and...antisocial behaviour. He wasn't entirely sure this window of clear thought would last, but an apology had to account for something, right?

He felt like telling his story to Nakshidil, without quite knowing why. He just...wanted her to know.