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Aethel’s eyes widen as Killian pulls him close, blinking at the assertiveness being shown. When it seems to help, he smirks but then backs up when the Omega covers his mouth. [color=c4df9b]“Too much? Here, let’s get you some more water… Do you want us to grab Rowan to scent you or…?”[/color] He trails off, not knowing how to help as he looks back at Lucian for guidance.

[color=97B597]“This is why I said you didn’t have to push yourself.”[/color] Xavier says gently, but still a little gruff. He crouches in front of Killian, pulling out his handkerchief and using the pitcher of water Lucian had brought, wets the fabric and presses it to the bear’s forehead.