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Elias didn't comment on the strange entwining of their hands. It was an entirely new concept to him, and it was quite odd. In the west, it wasn't all that commonplace, but Elias was uncertain of its popularity in the east. Any kind of physical contact he had that went beyond a handshake was normally people he felt intimately comfortable with, whether it be his inner circle, or his lover for the night.

Elias gazed up at the ceiling, thinking of what he could possibly say. [color=royalblue]"It would be best if we didn't engage in combat until your hip has [i]fully[/i] healed. If we don't treat it with care, you could lose your ability to fight permanently."[/color]

Elias' cheeks flushed red as his embarrassment and regret about what he had done to her resurfaced. It was a feeling he was unaccustomed to, and he didn't enjoy it.

The Grimm rolled over, exposing his back to Alexis and resting his head on the edge of the pillow, attempted to block the forest out of his memory. The injuries on his back flared slightly as he detached them from the sheets, however he ignored it. The pain was minimal, and he was distracted.

[color=royalblue]"We should sleep."[/color] His tone was clipped and his words short, signifying his discomfort and level of distraction. Without another word, he closed his eyes and attempted to descend back into the black oblivion of sleep.