Kreyu gently but firmly grabs his hands where he is scrubbing at his neck, wraps her wings around him tight. There is RAGE in her energy, but so much love for him. "That was no MAN," she snarls, the sound too dragon for a human throat. "Not even a beast, for a beast can not be cruel."

She calls the wound of the raw skin into her body, then heals her flesh with karma. She places her lips upon that place, so gentle, kisses him softly. "If only I could take the pain in your mind and your heart away as easily as the pain in your flesh," she whispers.