They are lucky to be dead. [If he hadn't been worried for Laurent's safety, he might have done more damage to the hunters. The comment about his wing makes his lips press together in a thin line. The last bandage is tied off, the worst of the wounds wrapped.] I'm done.

[He returns that kiss, just a soft press of mouths, not reacting as Laurent presses hands against his coils. He doesn't move, except to scoop Laurent up into his arms with his injured wing out, so as not to press against Damen's bare chest. He seems so light, impossibly so.] Let me take you. You shouldn't be walking like this, I don't know how much blood you've lost. [Besides, it would be faster. Damen is uninjured, and steady on his tail.]