[Damen has found that he enjoys the warm, slight weight of Laurent draped across the coils of his tail, one pleasant sensation in an unpleasant place. His new body forms a barrier between Laurent and the rest of the world, for now, as he tears the fabric of his chiton into strips.

The damage is worrying, but Laurent is right, his wing took the worst of it. Damen bends over slightly to press a gentle kiss to his temple before he starts to wrap the worst of the bullet wounds.] I'm sorry, that I did not catch up sooner. I'm going to wrap these to slow the bleeding, and then we'll get you to a physician.