Alyxander didn't fight Kate's touch anymore, having given up the hopelessness of his situation. The darkness of his thoughts had passed, but his sadness remained. He was very glad that Kate had come to his aid when he needed her most, for he would have regretted harming himself. Besides, life with her was the closest thing to healing and happiness he had ever been; why would he want to ever give up on that? He was somewhat ashamed that he had been so weak and inconsiderate. "All I ask is that, if I do end up losing my control, you must scream or shout or do whatever you can to attract attention. Someone will help, hopefully won't kill me, but I'll probably be knocked unconscious. That is all I ask of you. For your own safety." He sighed quietly, shaking her head at the mention of going back to the mages. "I know not when my instincts take over; I have no control or recognition until it is over." Her gently took her hand and curled one hand around hers. "Thank you, for being such a loyal and gentle companion. If not for your love and care, I would not have lived this long."