Aluren's hold slowly released, letting her leg come to rest, his clawed gauntlet releasing her wrists and instead being used to hold himself up. He blinked repeatedly, his own conscious taking full hold, or more so finally merging with the inner beast he had fought for years. He was fully aware of what he had done, his emotions a mix of horror for what he had done to her, yet a joy, a true feeling of passion as he looked down at the dragoness, seeing she was not broken from his actions.<br/><br/>He did not fight the hand as it raised up to caress his cheek, even tilting his head to press against it affectionately. His eyes were wide, perhaps as terrified as she was, the thought of losing her after all they had been through, of damaging her and the bond they had shared.<br/><br/>He was still deeply inside of her, even in his awareness, their connection had felt so perfect he did not want it to end, and  the  thought that it could after this caused his soaked form from their sweat and other mixed fluids, to tremble. Seeing the tears roll down her cheeks only strengthened his confusion and sudden urge to fix what he may have broken. "Please.." He softly whispered, gently taking her hand, raising it to his lips to leave multiple, soft kiss on each digit. "Please don't cry, Isalisk... I do not blame you for hating me for what I have done, but please... I care too much to see you like this." His hold on her slender hand tightened, though in a more affectionate way than anything. If she had allowed it, he'd bring himself closer, once more bringing his lips to hers in a soft, brief kiss.