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If he had any way to know what occupies Midar's thoughts, Alarian would already be volunteering himself for round two, head pain be damned. Even as the ache becomes overwhelming, the man's touch sends electricity sparking across his skin. He sucks in a breath, trembling. At the sound of the other's voice, he lifts his head just slightly, forelegs shifting so he can see him. The ache in his head starts to fade slowly, and he takes in another breath, slightly ragged this time. Just my head, He mumbles, shifting to lean into the touch further. I'm fine.