[There's a palpable feeling of relief as soon as they're back standing in his suite. The electric kettle near the sink is whistling shrilly at them as they enter, but the immortal moves to turn it off, uninterrupted silence cloaking the room again as Dorian takes his first real breath in what feels like hours.
His arm is still stinging, but from the amount of pain he can tell that soon enough the only discomfort will be from the itch of dried and caked blood.]
Don't be. [He joins Larus at the front of the room again, gaze roaming briefly over the man's form, checking for open wounds now that they're free from the chaos of escaping the Down. When he doesn't find anything serious, the remaining tension relaxes from his shoulders.] If you hadn't called me like you did, you wouldn't be standing here right now. [Or at all, probably.]
Is the rest going to heal with time now that you've fed? [He brings up a hand, thumbing gently at the skin below a dark bruise on the vampire's cheek.]
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His arm is still stinging, but from the amount of pain he can tell that soon enough the only discomfort will be from the itch of dried and caked blood.]
Don't be. [He joins Larus at the front of the room again, gaze roaming briefly over the man's form, checking for open wounds now that they're free from the chaos of escaping the Down. When he doesn't find anything serious, the remaining tension relaxes from his shoulders.] If you hadn't called me like you did, you wouldn't be standing here right now. [Or at all, probably.]
Is the rest going to heal with time now that you've fed? [He brings up a hand, thumbing gently at the skin below a dark bruise on the vampire's cheek.]