Broken Boulder i'll pay my weight in blood to feel my nerves wake up

Something about the sound of vomiting really turned the ear. It was unlike any other noise, that dreadful hack-hawk-hork you could hear from miles away. Unfortunately, it was an all-too familiar hack-hawk-hork that floated over the air to Zamael, and his irritation morphed immediately into worry. The slim male quickly headed toward the sound, breath caught in his throat.

"Alarian," he said hastily, rushing up to sit beside his brother, drawing his tongue over his forehead in a soothing manner. "You okay, man? Food not agreeing with you?" Zamael pulled back to look anxiously into those champagne eyes, dulled with pain.