Micheal went up stairs and into his room, going painfully to his knees before the bed he reached under and grasped a little metal container which he slid out slowly. "I don't want magic to heal me, I..." he stopped then continued "I need these, they help me remember..." he said slowly, taking out a bandage at the same time he spoke. Placing the bandage on the wound he let out a wolfish grunt, "sorry, pain helps the wolf come out, it is a natural reflex for defense and to move the processes of changing a bit faster." Micheal gave her a smile as he said that,  sighing at the relief of the wind not hitting the wound he looked into her eyes once more and murmured "why do you care so much?" it was no more question then a statement, and he could not keep the marvel he had for her out of his eyes, "usually those whom come her try to kill me..." he shook his head "they are scared of the wolf... you see... but you, you are not, why aren't you?"