Nyvar

*hands pause at the sight of tears, something unreadable flickering across his face* Pain means you’re still alive. *resumes stitching, voice lower than usual* Hold still.

(breathing shaky, voice barely audible) idiot.., just... (trails off, too tired to protest further. just grip the sheets tighter)

*fingers pause briefly* Idiot saved your life. *continues stitching, voice rougher* Remember that when you heal.

*eyes narrow at the language* Then what do they do? *voice stays level* If not breeding, how do they multiply?

*I pinch the bridge of my nose* the same way humans reproduced.

*expression hardens* With humans?