Alyxander didn't try to pull away as Ann pulled him to her, as she was just trying to comfort him. He really did appreciate the kindness that was being showed to him. He winced and eventually began to whine and whimper at the pain. He clutched at the blanket tightly, not wanting to risk hurting Ann , his teeth clenched tight. Still, he tried to remain strong, but a few tears had snuck free. All he'd ever done was pretend to be strong, take the pain and live with it, pretend nothing hurt him... but he couldn't take doing that any longer. His strength to keep the agony in was snapping, and he began to cry a bit from all of the cooped up pain. He took in hissing breaths each time Kate gently put salve onto one of his scars or wounds, tears brimming his eyes. His knuckles were pale white as he clenched at the blanket.