Elmarian wasn’t uncomfortable with the situation. He had after all never known the difference between being naked or being clothed. Such thing didn’t matter to one such as him. To one who’s memories consisted of torment and pain and had no history. Elamrian attempted to shift through what he knew, which was very little. His speech may be well developed and formal. However, his history was lacking. Composed simply of his time n captivity. Where things like decency and kindness were alien concepts. Her kindness was thus a strangeness he didn’t fully understand.<br/><br/>He accepted her aid in dressing with little movements that were just as painful as fully moving his body, but a lot less strenuous. Finally dressed he lay back in her lap with his eyes fully closed again. He accepted her drink with a weak thank you and was pleased when the edges of the pain vanished as though by magic. A small light smile lit up his features making his beauty truly inhuman. Then again he wasn’t human and this would be evident in his eyes. As the pain vanished the almost black of his iris began to slowly change to a rich deep golden revealing a split pupil that was previously hidden from view by the almost black of his eyes. His eyes would remind anyone gazing at them of a snakes. He met her gaze with his unsettling eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF80">”I am Elmarian Draconian, Lady Katherine Lyons, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,”</span>he said rising slowly to sit beside her rather than laying sprawled in her lap. As the pain eased and the slave worked his own blood magic began to kick in and his injuries sealed seamlessly not even leaving a scar upon his rather thin frame. His body was still matted with dirt and blood and rail thin from abuse, but the surreal quality that was almost reptilian and definitely inhuman began to shine through the human features.