Laying there his body shook and shivered, he was awake again as he struggled to breathe. Looking through the bars the male watched as a woman came his way, his eyes narrowed weakly and he let out a whispered growl. It quit when she got nearer, he could see she was a fox. He groaned quietly and closed his eyes, his body was still rather limp from the beating he went through. Rhyas growled as he tried to breathe but it came out to faint - he didn't want to be touched by anyone. Even though his wrists and ankles had chains on them, he would still have tried to move. His hands were bony and cut up with scars forming. Everything the Keepers did to him for being a pain in the ass to them was starting to bite back at him. His broken leg, broken nose, and broken ribs all were because they bludgeoned him for all the times he'd attack them. His black eyes were from punches, the whip marks and lashes of chains were for aggravation to egg him into a fight. Though the fresher ones were for disappointment from others who didn't like the fact he lost. He was in a lot of pain and irritated.Â<br/><br/>Her comment about what they did to him made him mentally roll his eyes, all he could do was cry in a meow weakly. The cloak on him that she had placed over him made him begin to feel warmth. A good kind of warmth. If he hadn't been so weak he would have purred, thought that thought went away as she took his beat up hands in hers. He winced and opened his eyes as she somehow removed the chains from his wrists and made the achy cold vanish, Rhyas whimpered as she did so. Feeling the cold metal off him he forcefully purred at her. soon as her magic freed his ankles he winced again, the raw red ring from the pinch of the metal flared up. Though it healed he still felt pain. Pain especially from the fact he was having a hard time breathing, though when she moved him he let out a whine and yelp. He did have to lean into her with a whimper.Â<br/><br/>His hand weakly gripped the cloak to himself and muttered his name to her. His throat was hoarse when he attempted to say his name but he could only get out the first half. Rhyas' black tail curls and moved about as he closed his eyes, his breathing came from his mouth as he leaned on her Kate. Her fingers put something on his lips and he scrunched his eyes with a flat out pained wince, though feeling something drop on his lips his eyes opened lightly and looked up. He hadn't tasted cider in years. Licking his lips he opened his mouth and let the cider fall inside, the warm liquid felt good on his throat. When he had enough he lifted a hand and pushed it away and mewed softly, "Tha-thank... You..." his voice was still cracking from how much snarling and growling he did when he fought. By now his tail was wrapped about his wrists as he laid there. Honestly being helped was a shock.Â