Tegan did not have the luxury of evaporating tears. She watched his skin tear, those wings crawl back into his skin, and she hated them. She knew him, his body, well enough to see the tenseness of his muscles, fighting even as he drew them in, the way he was completely still, not to mention the torn flesh. At that moment she hated his wings for the pain they caused. She wanted to look away, but he wanted her to see. She would watch. She wasn't going to throw away the trust, the gift he was giving her. She just prayed he never did it again.<br/><br/>She was stationary, from shock, staring, heart pounding. She watched as he sat, the debris floating up around him, before finally, after agonizing minutes, he stood. t seemed to break the spell over her, and Tegan jumped up, grabbing the table as her knees nearly collapsed. Tears streaked her face, and she managed the three steps to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders, barely even noting the corset relaxing. She buried her wet face in his shoulder, holding him tightly, now words coming forth.<br/><br/>She didn't want his praise his adoration. She wanted him to not hurt. "Never again," She whispered. "Please don't do that again, Roe..." her voice as full of pleading. She could feel the sticky blood on his back.