I should have been with you. [This is a dangerous world for two kings without armies or countries, who suffer monstrous changes and appetites. He should have been with Laurent, or at least close by. Laurent is all he has here, and that could have been taken away from him today.

The muscle of his tail shifts a little under Laurent's hands, just a little flex that speaks of enjoying the touch. Damen focuses on wrapping his wing in strips of white cotton. The projectiles were not large, so perhaps he will heal quickly.]

I... It is difficult to explain. [His brow creases.] I could taste your scent in the air. And the scent of blood. Then, well. They were not exactly quiet hunters.