Feeling Faolan's hand on his shoulder and seized his movement, looking up at his lover with confused eyes. At his response it now made more sense.. he understood where Faolan was coming from.. but he also didn't want Aurel to suffer if he could do anything about it. It was a hard choice.. but he knew that Faolan was right. Golden eyes trailed back tot he boy as Faolan spoke to him. It would ultimately be up to him.

Aurel looked from Lucien to Faolan. He was thankful that Lucien was willing to make his legs better, but it seemed that Faolan had not thought it to be the best idea. Faolan switched to a language he was unfamiliar with.. was it Irish? Since that's where he was from, and he simply looked on. Clearly they were having some sort of discussion. Eventually Faolan directed a question to him. 

He pondered it for a second. It wasn't.. as bad as the pain he was used to. Johan's lashings and beatings hurt much more than this, and the effects of not taking his medicine were harder to deal with. If it was something like this he felt like he could deal with it. The boy didn't feel like Lucien would make him do anything that wouldn't help him.. and even though the larger man had appeared intimidating up to this point, Lucien had reassured him that he hadn't wanted to see him hurt. 

[color=#a7d3d4]"Four..?"[/color] He said, but wasn't too sure. It was the first time anyone had ever asked him to measure his pain. [color=#a7d3d4]"I can take it."[/color] He responded. A bit of the soreness was a little familiar to him, back when he had first left the orphanage he had to do a lot of things he had never done, climbed trees, swam distances, and ran around a lot, it had taken a while for his body to get used to it. It had been so long he had almost forgotten the feeling. Maybe.. doing this would let him do those things again.