[SilentFeather]

Halcron's graceful face became an expression of wincing once more, dreading what was to upcome. He nodded softly, sniffling softly with a keening whimper beneath each as he lays down on his side to somehow hopefully relieve the tension radiating within his feeble hipbones, his back responding with shockwaves of agonizing twinges which caused him further torment.

He sighed shakily, his outward directed breath becoming of a gentle shudder. He swallowed as his Dark one's lengthy fingers remained against his gargantuan swell, resting against the scorched flesh which seemed much more hotter in temperature than normal. Halcron was severely feverish, sweat drenched beneath his clothing and was damp to the touch with clammy, paling more than usual color of skin.

He whimpered as his Beloved stated he facts that he needed to examine him further, cringing and cowering away a bit as if he was to be punished. He knew his lover would never hurt him but he had never experienced a touch other than outside of his clothing before. And because he was heavily wounded and substained of damage in the form of fresh dark shaded bruising, deep cuts, gaping injuries internally and scars of mental natured as well as emotional he was surprised that he made it this far without succumbing to Death's clutches itself. "I .. n-no! no please! it is no trouble. I am alright .. really, I assure you! I just need to walk it off .. I am alright .. I p-promise .." He stuttered, cowering further away from the only one he loved and admired even though he knew he was only trying to help.

"Oh yes .. Heaven-sent .. remember? aheh .. yes." He muttered to himself, rolling his eyes and engaging with a bit of humor to himself, not aware he was speaking aloud for a moment of time.