She couldn't help herself, she was fascinated by how the kid was reacting to all this. It was a good thing for Dahlia though, as it meant she'd be able to stay in her place without moving since she wanted to see how it all played out. She may not have wanted to be there in the beginning, but now she was curious to see how much more pain the fragile boy could handle before he broke or the demon died. In fact, she actually had to cover her mouth to stop herself from chuckling slightly. It would be a terribly bad thing if she started chuckling right at this moment as the other council members already didn't like her as it was.

When it was all finally over, and the circle broken, Arya realized that she couldn't give Dahlia her opinion on the matter right now, the witch was too distant to probably realize it wouldn't be an empty threat and she didn't want to have to repeat herself. Instead she seized her moment and was out of there and driving away in the blink of an eye. There was no point lingering at place she didn't want to be and wasn't really welcome anyway. Besides, she had better things to do than babysit Dahlia.

He had no idea if pushing those memories through Vincent's head would work. He watched with sad and angry filled eyes at the other. But it seemed that it was working. Jack and Hunter watched when the witch suddenly threw up some black stone. Immediately when he knew it was safe, he rushed over to the witch's side. He growled at the twins who seemed that they were going to pick the witch up.

He merely nodded to what Dahlia said and knew the perfect place to go. In a flash, hee left and appeared Infront of Jack's cabin, stepped into the strong protective barrier that surrounded the headquarters. He locked the door behind him, placing the other on the bed, going to get a wash cloth and a bowl of water. He stated to try and clean Vincent of.

Vincent was practically a rag doll when he was picked up. The witch still had a strong pulse, but his breathing was labored and wheezy. It seemed his rate of recovery was starting to go south again, making it a wonder if all his progress was for nothing thanks to the demon. He almost seemed to be asleep as Hunter carried him to the cabin. He coughed of groaned in his state of sleep for a while, expression seeming troubled while Hunter attempted to clean him up. He had blood and that black sludge on him after falling into it, but it seemed his scratches and the marks were all gone now. He didn't really budge or react until his face was being cleaned up. His eyes opened slowly and looked out of focus, as if he was still asleep. His eyes were green again, but they looked so dull and rather tortured. No one knew what Octavian had been doing to his mind but it had been hell. He looked over at hunter, expression rather blank as he just cried silently. He didn't move much, but he looked so pained and out of it, it was a wonder how he was awake.
"...Hurts..everything hurts..."
He just stared still, not much else for a reaction to seeing his lover again. His body felt like a giant bruise, his throat raw, and his head pounding. He wanted everything to stop and even with Octavian no longer using him as a host, he knew that demon would still haunt his mind for a long time just from the distress he put him through.

Vincent expression was so blank. He just stared at the other, eyes clearly sad for the witch he loved dearly. He continued to clean the black and blood off. He knew he would have to give the other a bath. He didn't want to wait and gently picked Vincent up, going to the bathroom and turned the water on. He made sure it was nice and warm before taking the others cloths of abd placed him in the tub."Maybe this will help." He said softly.

Vincent didn't put up any kind of fight when he was moved, his eyes still crying. He could feel everything in his body full of sharp pain still, wanting all to stop but didn't make the slightest of sounds. He seemed to mostly just stare at Hunter though, not wanting to look away from the wolf for some reason. He felt some relief when he was in the bath, but he still didn't move much. He had managed to go into a bit of a coughing fit, the jagged stone he had spit out having clearly damaged his throat as some blood speckled his hand again. The witch was looking ready to give up after everything he'd gone through, but pushed those thoughts away as he looked to Hunter.

The wolf was the only reason he fought so much with Octavian. He couldn't stand the idea or the thoughts he had been trying to put in his head about the wolf, wanting to kill and maim the beta. It had torn Vincent apart inside, knowing with that demon in control he had the power to do so. His tears seemed to get heavier as he thought of this, the mere memories stuck in his head looking to bleed into his eyes in that moment. He lifted a shaky hand to reach for one of Hunter's a habit he had developed at this point but ended up dropping it as he cried.

He was quiet, nor sure what he could say to make the situation better. He had a feeling that the witch would go back to being fragile again. He knew how hard Vincent had worked to get as far as he did....and to have a demon just take that ask away made him so angry that he couldn't say anything. He watched as Vincent just cried softly, gently trying to remove the blood abd black liquid from the witch's body.

He reached out to take Vincents hand, but the witch dropped his own hand. He sigh, taking of his shirt off abd pants, leaving his underwear on. He got in the tub behind the witch, wrapping his arms around him and held him close."I love you, please stop crying." He said softly.

Vincent couldn't help to be upset with everything. he slowly looked away from Hunter and more towards the wall now, letting the wolf clean him up. Even when all the blood and sludge was off of him he still couldn't help but to feel filthy still. He was still in quite a bit of pain, looking blank in the face while he just stared. He didn't move much when Hunter joined, him, leaning against the wolf once arms were wrapped around him. More tears flowed down him face at hearing the wolf's I love you, his legs twitching to try and pull up to his chest. it seemed they were still functional, but very much weak compared to before. He looked up at Hunter, the tears stopping but his expression unchanging.
"I love you too..."
He still just seemed so void of life. He wished this wouldn't have happened, that he wouldn't have ran off that night the first time so he would never have been a host for the demon. Slowly he lifted his hands again to hold onto the arms that were wrapped around his, his grip rather weak for the time being. He was staring out at the wall again, wanting everything to just go away except for Hunter. He only needed hunter right now even if the wolf didn't know exactly how much pain he was in.

It pained him to see the witch so void of life and happiness. He tightened his arms around the other and kissed the others curly hair. He wanted to make the pain go away, but he didn't know how he could do that. He felt hopeless to try and stop the other from hurting. "Im sorry that this happened....it seems like I can never protect your right." He whispered softly, he was trying not to be upset about the whole thing.

Vincent felt arms tighten around him, finding comfort in the tighter embrace. He was still staring off at the wall as he heard Hunter's whispers. His hands seemed to grip tighter then, not caring of it made him tremble some. He didn't blame anything on Hunter, the mere thought of blaming this mess on Hunter just felt terrible to the witch no matter how much pain he was in.
"Don't blame yourself...It's not your fault...None of this is your fault."
He was looking up at the wolf again, his eyes still watery but clearly trying to show he was okay and ignoring the pain. he lifted one of his hands to touch Hunter's cheek, the weakest looking smile to ever grace the witch's face now on his lips. he was still so exhausted, he should still be asleep right now trying to recover.

He looked at the other, smiling at the feeling of his cheek being touched."I still want to protect you from everything...." He said. He kissed the others cheek."How about we get you to bed.....your clean now." He added with a smile. He wouldn't move unless the other wanted to get out, he would stay as long as Vincent wanted him to stay. He had no idea how long the two would be together. He knew Jack wouldn't come around till he was allowed

Vincent liked seeing Hunter smile at him even if he felt terrible still. He listened to what was said about wanting to protect him, his grip he had on one of Hunter's arm getting a bit too tired. His hands started to trail away from where they where touching, the witch in desperate need of sleep. His smiled a tiny bit more at the kiss, giving a slight nod of his head at wanting to go to bed. He looked like he could have fallen asleep where he was, but he fought to stay awake. He couldn't help to ask a question though, looking up at Hunter with a blank face again.
"Please stay with me..."
He didn't want the wolf going anywhere for a while at this rate. He didn't want to see anyone, not even his own sister. He just wanted to spend time with Hunter and Hunter only.

He nodded at the request."I will." He said. He gently got out of the tub and picked Vincent out of it, drying the other of and found some baggy but comfortable cloths. He carried the other, now dried and clean to the bedroom and laid him down in it, getting in beside of him and pulled his arms around the other, holding him close. He closed his eyes, kissing his forehead before just skewing now, he needed his own rest and knowing that Vincent usually always found sleep once he fell asleep.

Vincent was starting to feel a bit useless right now. He knew he was too weak and damaged to really do much right now, but even in all his pain he didn't like making Hunter do everything. He help some when he was dressed, but it wasn't much as it was rather draining at this point. As he was carried to bed he couldn't help to try and hold onto the wolf with a rather weak grip. He still found a way to cling to Hunter once the wolf was in the bed with him, knowing there was no point to fighting sleep while hunter was there. He let his eyes close slowly, showing he was dead asleep by wheezing softly in his sleep. His sleep didn't exactly stay so peaceful as he started to have a nightmare, his reaction consisting of holding onto Hunter tighter and cringing in his sleep. He was weak, and even in sleep he was being exausted by nightmares.

The sleep was peaceful, till he felt the other started to grip his shirt. He looked down for a moment, giving the other a kiss. He didn't want to wake Vincent up, the boy needed as much sleep as he could muster. He fell back asleep, hoping that the other woukd ignore the nightmares or go away. He held Vincent."I love you." He said softly.

Vincent was somewhat restless now, his crying slowly joined by pained whimpers for a while. His grip didn't loosen for a while, even after the soft kiss and the I love you from the wolf. Slowly it could be seen that the nightmare was dying down, his expression relaxing along with his grip on Hunter's shirt going slack. He was soon wheezing softly in his sleep again, expression looking peaceful since this ordeal started. The witch had been so tired and out of it, even if the nightmare had continued on he more than likely wouldn't have woken up during it. He still managed to cling to the wolf, though more out of comfort and love than any sort of pain or nightmare. He could have stayed like this for days, but knew eventually he'd have to go back home and let his sister deal with him, until then though, he was going to take comfort in Hunter taking care of him.