The vocal indication of his semi-consciousness gave her hope that he could respond to her inquiries before his possible, yet inevitable, release. And while she was mostly neutral, as mythical creatures should be, she was also a feminine creature and thereby concerned of his pained breathing. Ice fire blue eyes watched as the corners of his eyes pulled in a wince at trying to breathe against the tight, thorned rope at his chest. She was walking around his bed of roses and watching him idly. But the undercurrent of her emotions was indomitable curiosity and piqued compassion.<br/><br/>The rain,<i>her </i>rain, was working on him as she noted his lashes fluttering and blinking against the healing droplets. She mouthed an unheard word and enriched the dew so that the plant around him relented it's hooks in his flesh. He would be able to breathe and move only slightly now without much pain as her magics worked. He was still caged in the thorns and not without discomfort, but to those of their kind, physical discomfort itself was only mildly irritating.<br/><br/>Icy eyes followed the trails of her droplets as the miniature streams ran over the smooth and firm muscles of his body. The bush precluded her blush as she continued to walk around that immortal form. Her fingertips reached out to touch his cool flesh and the smallest of smiles touched her innocent visage. The sound of his voice startled her from her reverie and tundra frost blue snapped up as his baritone filled their small space. Her fingers at once stopped their probing advances.<br/><br/>The pads of those warm fingertips, however, did stay lightly pressed upon his thigh as she responded. Her voice was as soft rain on a summer day; warm, gentle, soothing, and possibly much needed.<br/><br/>"And why is that?" Caer'tais knew better than to ask the creature for it's name. For by name, you begot power, and she assumed that one such as this would be hesitant to give something so valuable away without a price ...