He clutches tight to her shoulders, ignoring the pain and spikes. When he lets go, its only with one hand, sketching more ancient symbols over his flesh, the sympathetic wounds growing angrier, a few cracking open and bleeding down his back. But he's winning.
*Chris, calm, relaxed, I know you're in there.* Its all he can do for now, find some thread of her, and continue easing the terrible pain, healing her even at cost to himself, and try and use all the spells he can to calm the animal mind, make it trust him.
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