Winoa listened, trying to focus on incoming sounds or voices, and Tristan. She could hear that his breathing was off, he was hurt. She heard the plan and after being held up, quickly grabbed onto the edge of the duct and pulled herself inside, then helped Tristan inside as much as she could without seeing him, scoot slightly so he had more room.<br/><br/>She could still sense he was hurt, and he was hurt badly. Worse than she was.<br/>If only there was a way she could help him.<br/>No sooner had she thought that then she felt shivers go up her spine, as if her blood had run cold. Only, usually the cold would go away after a few moments. The cold stayed, and intensified, leaving her shivering slightly, staring at the opposite wall of the duct.<br/><br/>Without warning, her body slumped against the wall, her eyes wide open and blank as the pupils were slowly clouded by gray. Invisible to anyone else, her spirit essence slipped out of her body and shivered around, like a cloud of mist. She moved, though she didn't choose where she was going and only watched through the negative-vision eyesight she had in this state, as her essence hands slid onto Tristan's wound. The wound would become icy inside, and around the area as it slowly began stitching itself up, the icy feeling also working as a slight numbing agent, keeping Tristan from feeling much of, if any, pain.<br/><br/>No sooner had she finished watching the wound seal itself, then her essence slipped back into her body, her human eyes opening wide, though of course, she could see nothing. She trembled as her body temperature returned to normal, then wrapped her arms around herself, closing her eyes, back inside a world of black darkness. She didn't even realize she was crying until she felt a soft drop<span style="font-style: italic">plip</span>onto her arm. She wiped away the tears, swallowing painfully. The experience was incredibly overwhelming, but also what was causing the tears was that she had seen (not with her own<span style="font-style: italic">eyes</span>persay) but she had seen. For the first time since the Magi invaded, her eyesight had been there.<br/><br/>Her body exhausted and her mind still trying to grasp some kind of logical explanation for this, she passed out, head falling to rest on top of her bent knees, black curls falling around her face. She was still breathing, though rather slowly compared to other humans.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/><br/>Cody was torn as he waited, not looking at Uriah as he listened. He expected Uriah to slap him for saying such things, or worse, touch him. He heard the Magi stand and glanced up, heart racing as the man came near him. He looked away, only to have Uriah's hand cup his face. He hesitantly looked up at the alien, his fingers frozen on his own member. He shivered as the man's fingers traced across his lips, like a forbidden whisper, his mouth trembling from the simple touch. He whimpered, nearly falling over as Uriah's hand ghosted across him, making him press his back against the wall, holding himself up, palms pressed flat against the wall to keep him upright. His eyes always watched Uriah's, watching those silver eyes, seeing if maybe there was a possibility of the alien letting him release soon.<br/><br/>He blushed, though said nothing more at the moment, opening his eyes just enough to peer at Uriah from beneath his thick lashes and see him lick away the substance that had gotten on his finger. He looked away, exhaling helplessly, body trembling. It took him a few minutes to be able to actually answer. He gasped softly when Uriah's hand tightened around him, his eyes shooting open as his neck and collarbone were nibbled. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he took a few breaths before answering,<br/><br/>"B-better. Feels-feels so much...better..." He hated feeling so helpless. Except around Uriah. He was the only one Cody wanted to be vulnerable to.<br/><br/>His body squirmed as it registered what Uriah had said. He whimpered and wrapped his hand over the hand Uriah had on him and looked him in the eyes. "Please...please...give me...let me release...let me come..." He begged softly, breathless. His breath was even more shaky and high-pitched than before as he dealt with the pain from the ring restraining him.