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Romulus listened to Lillith's breathing with sharply attentive cobalt-tipped ears, counting each stutter in her breath to ensure she was calming down and able to get control over her breathing once more. As the silver and snow girl began to settle, the young man's nerves also began to unwind. She didn't seem hurt too badly, mostly just shaken up by the whole ordeal, and once she had her breathing back to a normal rate she would be fine. Roman breathed a sigh of relief and went to gingerly rest his forehead against Lil's, beyond happy that she was okay. She'd defied death once again; his beautiful little undying angel. He whispered a silent prayer of thanks to whatever gods were looking over her for keeping her with him.

Lillith's sweet voice was so full of concern when she spoke, and it was only once she pulled attention to his own injuries did he begin to take stock of himself. Stinging pain started to rise on his body where the jaguar's claws had caught him. Lifting a tentative steel-blue paw to his cheek, Roman noticed the amount of deep red blood left behind on his pads and realized it was actually still dripping down his muzzle to stain the earth beneath them. "I'm fine," he replied far too quickly to be convincing. Even he didn't know the extent of what his injuries looked like, but judging by the worried grimace on her pretty face, he must've been a hell of a sight. He sighed and his shoulders slumped, realizing he'd messed up their plans for the day by getting hurt like an idiot.

"I'm sorry I ruined our trip," he apologized, steel and navy ears folding back to his head and an apologetic look on his countenance. Lillith had been so excited to go out and look for her star and now they couldn't because of him. He turned his gaze back toward the jaguar carcass. "Do you want to take the jaguar back? Maybe keep its pelt for a blanket, or a cloak?" It could be a good memento of another time Lillith had proven she was nigh immortal, deftly dodging another brush with death like they were strangers passing in a corridor.

"Speech"