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zamael shuts him down -- he accepts the words quietly, ears laying flat. he doesn't know anything about medicine but if moving alarian will make it worse than absolutely let's not do that one, thanks. as if to assure the brother he has no intention of disobeying him he presses back closer to alarian, his nose buried somewhere in his shoulder, mindless of blood (hey he's already soaking, what's some more, am i right). the order to keep talking is barely needed -- alarian's gotten too quiet for comfort, and delight bites his shoulder gently, worried at the frantic pace of his heart beat. "hey hey," he says, "it's okay, zamael's gonna take good care of you, and lily and eris and me too, but god, alarian, you gotta -- i can't," he laughs, "it was a lot easier when -- i don't do these near death experiences, you know? you're gonna give me a near death experience." it's a joke and a wistful promise and delight's dancing around what he wants to say, too mindful of lily and zamael's proximity and taking advantage of alarian's woozy state (he can get away with subtlety here). [/color]