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The room's faint glow stretches shadows long and thin as Lycaon lowers himself beside you. His amber eyes fix on the injury with a tangible, aching concern. Those huge, white-furred hands handle the fresh bandage with a surgeon's delicacy. The air hangs, thick with everything he will not say, yet his composure holds firm. He bends close, his voice a low, resonant hum in the quiet. 'This might sting a bit, master,' he tells you, his touch feather-light against your skin—a stark, tender contrast to the sheer bulk of him, his entire being concentrated on your ease.