[A mixture of relief and gratitude washes over his face when Lightning does, indeed, confirm her presence. Though along with it comes a pang of fear—if they're here, then what will happen to Cocoon? What about their Focus?
He's grateful, too, for the blanket—though he lets out a quiet gasp and winces as it disturbs the wings on his back. He lifts a hand beneath the shroud and rubs at the place where they meet his body. So sore and tender to the touch. But he gives an affirmative nod to Lightning's statement, still shivering. No argument there.]
G-good idea. [There's a lot of questions burning in his mind, but they can wait.]
[action!]
He's grateful, too, for the blanket—though he lets out a quiet gasp and winces as it disturbs the wings on his back. He lifts a hand beneath the shroud and rubs at the place where they meet his body. So sore and tender to the touch. But he gives an affirmative nod to Lightning's statement, still shivering. No argument there.]
G-good idea. [There's a lot of questions burning in his mind, but they can wait.]