[ It goes on, Drake working him. Gentle - always, always gentle - and with the sort of care that Ephemera didn't think he'd ever expect from people again. He's still hurting when it's done but the baseline ache fades down, ebbing to almost nothing.
It's strange, not to be in pain. It's become his constant companion. He's not sure to do with himself when it fades.
He shifts, peering at Drake. Good eye half-lidded. ]
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It's strange, not to be in pain. It's become his constant companion. He's not sure to do with himself when it fades.
He shifts, peering at Drake. Good eye half-lidded. ]
It felt good. I don't - hurt anymore.