The real Devil is in our hearts

He didnt stop until he had inspected every inch of her, and his deep breaths subsided as his panic finally began to slip away. He nipped her possesively on the back of her neck, as through in defiance of that voice inside of him that said he was the greatest danger to her.

He pulled away, and would see she was looking at him expectantly, and remembered she had asked a question of him. He gave a noncommittal grunt, uncertain how to approach her questing eyes with something that sounded even vaguely sane.
"I needed to ensure you where unharmed. I thought... never mind, you are well." He said, which told her pretty much nothing. He settled in beside her, eyeing up the gift she had been making. He was much to restless now to sleep, wound up and agitated by the nightmare that had plagued him.

"The blanket, is it a gift?" He asked. There was only one person Zee would work tirelessly on a gift for. He sought a chance in subject, even if it did remind him of Deathbelle - but if he had harmed the Empress he would know by now... wouldnt he? It didnt pass his attention that it was to Zee he had run as through hell hounds where on his tail.