At first he panicked, and struggled uselessly against her grip. He was too hurt to escape, and instead swat at the light that moved into his arm and legs. "Nn, no! Stop!" he shrieked, wondering what was happening. But soon his slaps calmed down and became massaging touches as he marveled at his wounds and bones closing up or fixing straight. No one had ever used such magic for him it seems, which was heartbreaking for any cleric to realize.<br/><br/>Again, however, the storm thundered outside loudly, displeased by such magic. The creature yelped and hid his face from the flash of lighting at the window before leaping up onto Layna. His long arms and legs wrapped themselves around her waist and chest, and he buried his face between her breasts like a child. Layna could feel his body through his rags, and he felt emaciated and thin, though now mended his strength was surprising for such a wiry form.<br/><br/>Something else poked her belly as well, something hard, and strange, and very long. "Good Lady, don't make me go! I promise I serve Good Lady! But I not serve queens!"