#roland7

Adrasia had tried to close himself off immediately when that unfamiliar heat stole through him, the celestial's wings curling protectively around his body. He shivered once at the gesture, startled by how sensitive he felt as his own feathers brushed his skin, aware even of the way his clothing rubbed against him. Between that and the sudden explosion of sound from the councilman, this state of affairs was far too bewildering to hold onto the consternation he'd planned to. "Are you alright? How do you feel?" He managed concernedly, only to be immediately answered by a veritable flood of words. Adrasia's eyes widened and he made himself stand up straight again, the angel's caregiving instincts overruling his trepidation and the foreign, gnawing hunger. "I do not believe you are supposed to function when you are unwell," He said gently and reached out a hand, about to rest it on Roland's shoulder before he thought the better of it. The mention of the master's beloved only served to soften him damnably more. And even stranger, there was a faint amusement in seeing Roland this way, so... human. "Perhaps we should get to you to bed," Adrasia offered, flushing almost immediately at the connotation of the words, "You - you will need rest, even if you still feel strong."