Reis didn't understand his wailing. He only saw this as the tantrum of a pet who likely had no business being put in this situation to begin with. It didn't change his feelings, though he felt he'd handled it poorly; too harshly for a sentient being such as Ezra. He stilled after a time, and Reis was glad for it. He'd been struggling to hold Ezra through his fit. He started to communicate in their language again, but Yhet was the one who answered.<br/><br/>“Not until I sew you up. You did this, so you'll suffer through, silly creature,” Yhet told him, but not unkindly. He did look at Reis who wouldn't look him in the face. Clearly, he wanted to ask what he'd done, but he refrained. Lord Reis was a good man.. just a little peculiar. He doubted he'd intentionally decided to bring his new pet grief.<br/><br/>“You're not bad. Be still, you're making good,” Yhet added. Reis had nothing to offer beside helping to keep Ezra steady when Yhet cleaned, and then started to knit the flesh back together. He marveled at his handiwork, thinking the scars wouldn't be so bad. They'd been lucky that he'd not been spurting, but they were all still covered in blood by the end of it, and Reis a sickly sheen of sweat. He climbed off Ezra carefully, his legs getting under him awkwardly. Shakily, he fumbled with the keys to unlock the door.<br/><br/>“There,” Reis said, so that he didn't try to go through another window, and he went outside as well, where he did lean over the railing of his porch to vomit. Sitting up had made him dizzy, and he couldn't hold it back any longer, but at least he'd had the decency not to further soil a good rug. The servants had enough to clean up as it was, when they should have all been comfortably sleeping. Including him. Ita's hands were stroking his back and he rolled his shoulder away from her, though he tried to control his revulsion. She was only trying to comfort him, but he didn't want to be touched, especially not then. She did take the water she offered, and then headed out to the gardens, where he assumed Ezra would be, trying to dig his own grave by the sound of things.<br/><br/>“We're going to go into town tomorrow, and I'm going to purchase a companion for you,” Ezra told him when he found him again, sipping the water but he almost wished it was wine. The fresh air felt good against his skin; cooling since he had been sweating.<br/><br/>“So that you will not be lonely, and so you will not break any more of my windows. You're not bad, Ezra. I just can't be what you want. I can't be that for anyone. So don't take it so personal,” he tried to explain, wondering if he would understand that concept at all. They were very different, and he'd not realized how much until Ezra had gone into a panic. He looked too human for his own good. It was easy for him to push his human emotions and expectations on him. He'd learn to cope, Reis had decided, taking a blunt, almost cruel approach just so he would be left alone. He wasn't proud of himself, but it didn't change the fact that Reis was unwilling to be master to Ezra.