Starring back at the snake Seishu has a short lived posturing contest, the snake of course edging back first, but not at all retreating. [i]'That's right, you just let me be. I don't need to attacking me when Enasi and I move closer together'[/i] He shrugs slightly, stretching out his taunt shoulders, his breath hitching from the strain on his wound. Looking back to his counterpart he smiles to think of what he's going to have to do to get the flora in his world to at the very least stop trying to kill Enasi. None are actually strong enough, he doesn't think, but many of them could at least leave a good scar or incapacitate him. The trees continue to rustle gently, even after relaxing, it simply their nature to warn against such negativity, but as Enasi practically calls him harmless Seishu can not help but pout a little.

His pout is slow in leaving, even when Enasi grabs his hands and leads him on, the new foliage they pass starting right back up with worry. It calms however, and Seishu can only assume that Enasi's presence, holding his hand willingly, is enough for now to keep them from overreacting. He blinks. [i]'Turtle bus? Is that like our serpent rail?'[/i] As they come to the clearing Seishu's grip tightens, the ground beneath them rumbling ever so slightly in an unmistakeably foot steppy fashion. His wings are back behind mostly, the claws hooked on either shoulder so that the thick flesh sits like a cloak over his shoulders and down his back. His teeth involuntarily flash as the beast comes into view, the Nightmare Guardian releasing Enasi's hand so he can instead hold his waist from behind.

As his hands settle on the red head's hips on opposing sides the great creature looks down at the two humanoids and Seishu's wings rustle gently. Such a strong, unfettered concentration of positive energy causes his breathing to become labored, the pain of the energy lacing across his wounds pulling a whine from him and his head falls to settle against Enasi's shoulder. He had been cooping well with the general level of positive energy of the world itself, just feeling a bit queezy, but the sheer power behind such a large dream is enough to make the injured guardian feel very weak, on no small amount of ill. His breath starts coming in short little gasps, and for a moment he considers bringing up his negative energy, to try and balance it all out, however the warm body in his arms reminds him of how much he doesn't want to hurt the man right now, and bringing up his energy as high as he would need it to at least ease his pain would not only make Enasi sick, but it would hurt all dreams for over a mile. If he was well, he would be able to stand the positive energy better, but the wounds are like chinks in his armor, letting the positive energy penetrate him like spears of solid iron.