Without so much of the blood lust, he can help her. He hates to do it, but he speaks a few words meant to calm an animal mind, usually used to ease the mind's of the birds and nervous small animals of the woods until they got used to him. He hopes it helps a little here.
He catches a swipe of claw in trying to get close again, the wounds leaving long bloody marks in his chest, though he avoids taking any internal injuries. Still, closer than he'd like to have gotten.
He dives at her side, grabbing onto more of the spikes, using them to try and pull himself onto her back. As his hands bleed out over more of the spikes, they too fall under the healing spell, and sympathetic wounds begin to spread over his neck, back and shoulders.
*You're not dangerous, you're my friend. Relax, and I will take the pain away.*
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