His seed so freely given was a sweet nectar only suitable for a god like himself, in Naefuten's opinion. The wind god was ruined. Nations would fall should anything come between them now. He continued to kneed his body, coaxing every drop from the male, then gently shifted him beside himself on the cushions.  "You should rest again, precious." he kissed him four times, a slow ritual of adoration. His brow, each cheek and finally his sweet lips. They were cool from his panting. Naefuten caressed his face and gazed at him lovingly.  "Rest easy, little one. You are safe here."<br/><br/>The young neko slept for days, his condition much worse than Naefuten had originally realized. He only roused him to feed, helping him munch on the odd cheese treat and something sturdier to build his strength.  He tended to him, bathing him when the terrors in his memories covered him in sweat, soothing him when he awakened confused and disorientated. Needing no rest, this was a simple task that kept the god pleasantly occupied. Nearly a week later he lay in his original room, but instead of his chaise, he stretched out on a massive bed, with Monday tucked close beside him covered in nothing but a thin sheet. He touched his cheek gently as he eyelids began to show signs of stirring to reveal those lovely golden orbs again.