Amano's eyes widen and his gaze snaps over to the newly named creature. [i]'His master? Does he really mean?'[/i] He drops his eyes for a second, a smile coming to his lips as he shakes his head slightly. [i]'You know, I shouldn't be so surprised. After all that has happened, I'm not going to let such things shock me anymore'[/i] Looking back up at Illiendi he listens carefully. He can feel a faint tug in his stomach as his eyes lock with the other man's. He can feel himself tense as he approaches. He forces himself to relax, knowing that he is not in any danger at the moment. When Illiendi touches him a chill runs up his spine, his heart racing once again though for a different reason. His mouth opens to ask what he's doing, but the only thing that comes out is a harsh scream. His hands come up to lock around Illiendi's wrist as the pain of the brand races through his body. 

It takes all his will to stifle the sound, clamping down on his lips with his teeth. Like the intense heat of a flash fire the burning sensation drops to a dull throb after the initial pain biting into his flesh. His grip on the others' hand remains rigid as tears begin weeping out from between squinted eyelids. He barely hears what the being says, and without thinking nods in response. [i]'Oh, I can't, oh god that hurt. It's for calling him? His mark, I guess, that makes sense, but he could have warned me. Oh, just, ouch'[/i] He pants a little, willing himself to relax. “Ahh, ow, wow, that smarts. . .fuck, pain. . .” He murmurs a long string of profanities to himself but after a minute he carefully relaxes his grip and steps back a bit so that he can get a look at the damage.

He trips slightly, his gaze falling to the floor where his sheet lay forgotten. A deep flush covers his flesh, one hand dropping to cover himself. Before he can think of what to do next though a knock at the door makes him jump. He falls back a bit to sit on the stand beside the bed. Glancing at Illiendi he looks back to the door as a voice calls through it. “Hey, is everything alright in there? If you ain't dyin' then keep it down. You woke up half the inn!” 

Amano swallows hard, he begins thinking franticly of how to respond and ends up blurting the first thing that comes to his mind; the truth. In a shaky tone he calls out, “I'm sorry sir, I just got hurt, but it's fine. I'll be okay. I'm sorry I caused a disturbance.” A grunt and the sound of fading footsteps pulls a sigh from Amano's lips and he slumps back against the wooden stand. Taking a deep breath he finally looks down at his chest where the brand now lay. His fingers come up to trace over the mark. He winces every so often as it's still tender, but he smiles none the less when it strikes him how beautiful it looks.