Kai had spent a while longer arguing with the pixies, though it was mostly one-sided. They were all urging him to head home and all he could do was stand there and think. He was sure he looked like a fool. After a while he just let out a heavy sigh and agreed to go home, stretching his wings out before he brought himself into the air, flying above the canopy. He knew he'd be in big trouble when his parents finally saw him. He should have been home hours ago, and his encounter with the shifter had only lengthened his stay. When he reached home he had to sneak into his room, flying in through the window. His parents had been waiting for him, however, and he was scolded for his actions. He was told he couldn't leave the house for the next month under any circumstances, though he knew that wouldn't stop him. Kai hadn't bothered sleeping that night, he just sat at his window and thought about what had happened. After a while of thinking he saw a dark figure fly up into the sky, causing him to tilt his head to the side. It looked like a dragon, though it seemed injured. He watched it fly before he nearly nose-dived near the lake. His curiosity heightened, though he knew he couldn't leave just yet. He'd wait until morning before he went to go see what was going on.<br/><br/>When morning came Kai cracked his window before he sneaked out, heading towards the lake. He made sure to be quick and hidden, avoiding all other fae at any cost. When he reached the lake he swooped down, not seeing a dragon but a man. He landed beside the waters before he rushed over, kneeling beside the figure. His eyes widened when he saw the other's face, recognizing him from the night before. "Oh my...," he whispered, looking at all of the strange wounds he had. What had happened to him? He could smell the strong scent of poison mingling with his blood, causing the fae to crinkle his nose. "What happened to you...?" He asked softly, placing a hand on his chest. He knew he shouldn't have been helping an assassin, but the shifted had spared his life only hours ago. He deserved to be saved. First, he'd have to get the poison out. He placed his hand over the wound and started to extract the poison, his markings glowing as he watched the purplish liquid seep into his own veins, able to see the bright liquid through his skin. He whimpered in pain, making sure he got every last drop before he quickly cut his hand open, holding it over the grass so he could bleed the poison out.