Blaming myself, tied to these chains, living in pain

Erys had been in the same place as Lucien but he didn't know how to help someone there besides what he was doing. Being around, proving he wouldn’t go back on his word. Giving him time. The wounds beneath were worse than the ones on the exterior. The latter of which were coming along well. Helping someone like this wasn’t anything like Erys had ever done before. He was commanded to do things, and helping when he wasn’t asked was a new experience. It started with Chimera, but there was a debt felt there as well.

Erys returned to the middle of the room, uncertain if he was going to make himself comfortable. Uncertain how much this poor man needed him in what ways. But he wanted him here and Erys would stay. The pearlescent man was still and silent, trying to translate the subtle cues from the timid man. He didn’t need to do anything though, as he watched him begin to move. The last thing he expected was little Luc to curl up at his paws in a sad heap.

Mismatched ears slicked to his skull and haunches lowered to the floor as he sat over the poor man. Having a much closer set of experiences than he wished to admit, all he wanted was for Lucian to also know what he found. This freedom he was given in joining Fenmyre. A gentle paw lifted and began to stroke the pale fur of his shoulder, a tender touch to let him know he cared. That he was safe now.

"Erystotle Atlas"