As the storm overhead began to release it's rain down upon him, Lucian couldn't help but give a small laugh. He felt sticky to the touch. He wasn't sure how much of his own blood he had lost trying to get him and Aneira away from that lockup prison but judging by how absolutely delirious he was at this point, he figured it was probably way more than he ever should have. He imagined the only reason he was still alive right now was because that wound had closed almost completely and his heart was actually able to move his blood around properly. He still felt a fierce ache in his chest each time he took a deep breath, so he was afraid maybe something internal was still damaged. He really hoped it wasn't a lung but judging by the wheeze he heard each time he inhaled, he figured he probably wasn't far off. His skin was still very pale and though his heart rate had dropped from what it was, it was still pumping hard to get the little blood moving in his veins. If he had a damaged or collapsed lung, man that was going mean healing up was going to suck. 

He allowed his head to loll to the side when Aneira appeared once more on the roof, too tired to actually make his head move like he would want it to. He best he had was letting gravity pull it in the direction he wanted to look. "Glad you're okay." He said in a breathy tone as the rain started to fall just a bit harder. It was about to really storm here in a moment. His clothes, or at least the pants he had on, were already wet and his chest was drenched from laying directly under the rain's path. 

When she pulled him to his feet, he released a low groan of pain but didn't say anything more about it. He allowed his full body weight to crush down on her shoulder, barely finding the strength to even stand completely. "Sorry," he said was a small laugh before releasing a long spurt of coughs that rocked his body hard. "Shit, that hurt." he groaned as he let his head rest idly on the top of hers. He was just so exhausted. He wasn't sure where she was taking him or how he was going to get there with her but he let himself get dragged along, trying his best to keep his feet on the ground and provide at least some support. 

Lucian was not a small guy. He wasn't small before the people snatched him up, experimented on him, and changed his life forever, but now he was even larger than before. The experiments took his chunky 6'2 frame and converted it to a lean 6'5 frame of pure muscle, even changing is dark brown hair to a stark white. With his wings out, he could easily come close to 300 pounds and now, not only were his wings out but he was drenched from head to toe. He was easily pushing 300 at that moment. 

Knowing he had to be heavy, he stumbled but kept his feet under him in the process. He hoped he wouldn't be like this for too long. They still had some running to do.