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He held up a finger to Lucian, eyes screwing shut as he tried to force the bile down from his own scent. It was already getting more sour as he sat there. He leaned forward, cheek brushing against Aethel's hand he didn't realize was there. He jolted, but paused. 

He took in a soft sniff, eyebrows furrowing gently before he reached a hand up to reach out to Aethel. Fingers found the collar of his shirt and he pulled the Alpha closer. The scent on his wrist was too weak. Once he got a stronger whiff of it, he seemed to relax. Even a little. 

It wasn't as soothing as Xavier's and Rowan's, but it would work in a pinch. Then his hand moved to come up and cover his mouth. His own scent too overwhelming for himself. His other hand moving to cover his gland quickly, trying not to retch all over Aethel as he was now so close. He hadn't even opened his eyes the entire time.

As he sat there, trying to calm himself, his ears popped out again, flicking too and fro ontop of his head as he groaned quickly into his hand.