Jagari turned his attention to the woman as she spoke. He was back to normal color but that lasted all of two minutes. It would have lasted longer had she not knelt by him with a bandage he watched her then she was leaning in and he was trying to lean away. He was soon bright red and has soft squish boobies almost smothering his face into him. A darker shade of bright red crossed his features from head to toe. He was trying not to stare. Really he was. Yet he had never seen boobies up close and personal before. So he was having a hard time not staring what with them so very close to his face and all. He felt bad for staring. He wasnâ€™t able to move and was holding his breath until she pulled back.<br/><br/>It was let out when he was not almost face first into her squishies. He turned wide eyed as her hands began to move from his shoulders down his chest and his gaze began to follow said hands. He was frozen in place a darker shade of red. He only let his breath out and returned to normalish color when she backed off. He adverted his gaze shyly. Though at the sound of movement on the bed he slowly turned his head in that direction to see her on the bed. Next to him. Under the sheets. Like him. His eyes went wide and he turned a shade of red from head to toe. He looked at her shyly then shyly, with a bit of wincing from the healing place on his side, inched some space between them while leaving enough space he moved he wouldnâ€™t crash to the floor.<br/><br/>His brain again forgot the meaning of speech. Or even how to say anything besides one letter. â€œI...I...I...I...I...I...â€ he stammered out shyly. Stumbling over even that one letter and having difficulty trying to say anything. Very...beautiful...older...woman....so close...to him. That should say it all. Then Charles came in and he was saved from the entrancing gaze of the womanâ€™s beautiful eyes and the frozen up state of his shy nature. He looked at the man in relief and with warmth. â€œThank you sir.â€ He said with nice manners. He looked at the space trousers in curious confusion. What kind of pants were those???<br/><br/>He shot his gaze to the woman as she spoke. Sadly every time he started to go back to a normal shade of skin color the woman brought the extreme warmth and shades of red right back to his cheeks or his whole body...all over again. What was wrong with him?! He was rather relieved for some reason when Charles spoke for him. He was holding his breath until the woman was gone. With Charles help he got the makeshift sling untied and the shirt on. Then out of his old pants and into these new ones. Which Charles apparently ended up having to come up with a way to make them tie tighter because he was built much smaller. Even then they still rested up his hips. Just barely keeping his butt covered by and inch or so above the crack of his ass. He then was helped back into the bed.<br/><br/>â€œThank you sir.â€ he said softly. Yawning a bit as he smiled at him. He was full and felt decent again. He didnâ€™t feel half naked. Though he was going to need clothes that were closer to his size in the pants department or putting pants on was going to be extremely difficult and take a long time whenever he had to get dressed and undressed.