There was so much he had been through, barely alive. Barely able to keep his heart beating at a safe pace. As the mages took over, cleaning, fixing, mending... He twitched and shivered a bit. The wounds he suffered began to just "vanish" and seal but the deeper ones, stayed. His teeth grit a bit as he bit back a hiss. Being flipped he didn't notice much but cried a bit from the movement. His fingers wrapped over the teens hand. Holding her hand softly. Gently. Almost weak in the action.<br/><br/>All of this was not seen by him but only felt. The other hands helping him made him feel horrid. As if he was too broken to last. He had to live. To go on... This was his freedom. Though as he shifted, his form shrank. His fur was somewhat paler than most leopards like himself, from malnutrition mostly. His paw remained near her as he soon let out a cried roar. Weak but full of pain. All he wanted was to be able to move. To sit, walk... Feel the sun again... To feel rain on his skin.<br/><br/>Ra'nek moved a bit and whined, his paw wrapped around her hand in a kneading motion. His throat was raw but he still called out weakly once more.