Elann had a hard time with his rejection of the medicine, but listened to him. He was communicating that he didn't want to be dulled anymore, or at least right then in that moment. She nodded to him and told him okay, that it was alright, all the more comforting him with her soothing words.

When he closed his eyes and wrapped tightly about her body, she nuzzled the top side of his head, listening as he spoke. It was hard to hear him at first, but she adjusted in hearing his downward speaking tone. He seemed much more bothered by it than originally thought. Somehow all of this had translated to guilt, and she assumed he found fault in something he had done or perhaps he was feeling guilt toward something else. She didn't know, but she carefully pressed him in the hug, careful of all of his stitches.

"I'm not leaving. That was just a bad dream. It didn't mean anything."

She pet his hair and enjoyed the embrace with him, but not so greatly it would overwhelm him. She was very pleased though with their closeness, even if it was a bad situation. Angling her back, she leaned away from him without pulling from his embrace. There she pressed her hand to his forehead, indicating for him to look up and into her eyes. Once he looked at her deeply enough, she began to send love through their bond in a form of nonverbal communication. It was seen in her eyes, in their bond, and in how she held him.

"See? Here I am."

A small smile spread over her face and she lowered her face to nip at his lips in a half playful way. It was a gentle loving nudge from her to show him she still loved him in a way that she wanted to be there, but also in the playful way that said she still enjoyed him.