Barrow Fields shine a light into the wreckage

The boy's ears flattened to his head at the stranger's response, the softest hint of a whine escaping him. He took a single step back and lowered his posture submissively. The same strange, subtle desperation he had felt upon meeting Engel gripped him now; it was different, yes, but somehow not.
The beautiful stranger inspired a desire to help-- to nurture. Alarian knew he was projecting, of course he knew, but the source of the feeling was unknown. And, honestly, too complicated. He had no desire to address whatever feelings lay behind this, so instead he threw himself into the interaction.
Let me help, please. Ali's offer was quiet, slipped in just before the dark male's whisper. He tilted his head at that, but said nothing about it. I know of herbs to help; I'll do it quickly, and then I'll leave.
He didn't actually want to make the offer, but it was clear the other wanted to be alone. If nothing else, perhaps he would at least allow Alarian to care for his wounds.