Feeling his back start to tingle and burn a little, Alastor awoke to find a female mage tending to him. He fought the urge to recoil from her as she signaled for him to remain quiet. It had caught him by surprise since all the mages before had merely ignored him. He also felt her hand in his as he regained full awareness. A sigh of pensive relief rose from him.<br/><br/>"Other than the head of the Orc that used my back as a axe sharpener, a jug of water, and a hot meal?" He stated, turning his head to look at her while keeping his voice low, "Not much besides a friend I can talk to."<br/><br/>He added his own magic to hers, using it to guide her efforts by pointing out the more damaged areas of his back. It was strange noticing how easily he was able to speak to the mage. He usually just shut himself off from females due to it feeling like he was some sort of trophy to them. Apparently, something about the mage defused his defensive mechanism regarding the opposite gender. He gently gave the mage's hand a squeeze as he squirmed in discomfort as his back started to seal itself up from the inside out.<br/><br/>It was a sensation that he honestly hoped emptily that he never had to feel again. It felt like his skin was burning and crawling at the same time. It almost made him claw at his back in his discomfort. The only thing keeping him from doing so was her hand in his. It acted as the anchor he needed to get through the undesirable sensations he was feeling.<br/><br/>"Whats your name, If you don't mind me asking?" He asked, masking the edge of pain that crept into his voice.