Kuro raises an eyebrow. “Glad you're okay. Good thing too or I would have given them a piece of my mind!” His tone is obviously playful, but the undertone of true malice is unmistakable. He smirks as Aoba tries to get to work. “Ah, square one, we meet again. . .” He can feel his consciousness not entirely in his control, the blood loss really getting to him, but when the little angel turns to address his superior Kuro's able to pull himself fully awake. Looking at Aoba carefully he can only agree that the young angel is on no shape to do any healing. [i]'He had to work his little wings off earlier just to get done what he did. Doing ti again really is too much for him now'[/i] 

When Fenrir states his intentions, ordering Aoba out, Kuro raises an eyebrow. [i]'Ah hell no'[/i] is all he can think before the larger angel kneels beside him. He is almost ready to protest out loud too but when he notices that the little mouse does not leave he settle down. “Yesir. I'll be off in my happy place now. . .” he mutters just before Fenrir gets working. His eyes go dead as he settles with his head on his hands, his face turned towards Aoba. He shows absolutely no reaction to the pain, his mind otherwise occupied and unable to receive the pain signals from his back.

Fenrir laces his magic through the wounds, pulling together the ones he can roughly while the gaping strips of meat where the flesh has been torn away begin to ooze a bit from the rough treatment. However rather than pouring out of his body Fenrir forces it back in firmly and looks to see what effect it's having on the demon. He pauses for a second, taking in the dead stare an for an instant wonders if he's dead. It takes only a small flick of energy to check to see if Kuro is still alive and with that he goes back to work. [i]'I wonder what he's doing, and if he can do it at will. If so, there is no way those guys are ever going to get information out of him. Pain, it looks like he can shut it off. This should be excruciating, but he hasn't even flinched once'[/i] His gaze shifts over to Aoba. [i]'I wonder if this is what he does around the kid. . . No, the guards say that they talk and interact. He must let himself feel the pain when Aoba heals him'[/i]

Finishing up with the gashes he moves on tot he missing bits. Pulling out long strips of a skin like material he places them over the exposed muscle, using his magic to conform them to the right shape and to adhere them to the charred skin along the edges. An advanced technique, Fenrir being one of the only ones who can use it properly, the flesh material settles on perfectly, keeping the wound sealed. Pulling Kuro into a sitting position with no difficulty, the demon very much like a poseable doll at the moment, he finishes by wrapping him in fresh bandages. As an extra precaution. All of the open wounds are sealed, but they need to be kept clean. While he works he glances over at Aoba. “He doesn't do this when you heal him.” It is not a question, but a statement. He goes immediately on. “While I can not approve of you having any kind of relationship with this beast, your bedside manner must be amazing for him to put up with the pain just to talk to you.” His gaze becomes sharp. “So, what do you and this filth talk about?”