[The look on Damen's face says that he knows Laurent is right, but he isn't happy about it. If he had his way, he would spend every hour of the day with him, but they can't. They aren't kings here. Both of them need to work, for coin, to keep a roof over their heads and to buy necessities. You never realize what sort of work goes into providing for yourself until you actually have to do it.] "Badgering". I am not certain that is a strong enough word. They shot you. [He mutters it darkly.

His wing will need more attention, but Damen is no physician - he doesn't want to make things worse. This will at least stop or slow the bleeding and true to his word, he'll bring Laurent to a real doctor. He ties off another bandage, the feeling of fingers tracing his scales only mildly distracting.]

I wish I didn't know the smell of your blood. [He ducks his head, presses a kiss to the side of his mouth.] But your taste, your smell. Those I know well.