Shiox watches through pain blurred eyes as those tears trickle down his husband's face, his blood-stained lips giving a quiver of their own. His vision may be obstructed by hazy white and dark patches, but he can see that fear, that pain in Varada's watery eyes just bloody fine. And even if he couldn't, that gentle touch to his cool hand gives him more than enough to go on. That fear, that anguish is impossible to miss—even in his increasingly unfocused state.
The injured sprite weakly grasps hold of Varada's warm hand, giving a feeble squeeze. At the moment it's the best he can manage, as unnerving as this fact may be. “H-heh... keep my big mouth shut? Going to take... more than a few holes to get that to—to—” he again attempts to speak, only to have his words interrupted by another harsh cough. Hurts, heh... hurts....
His cough lingers this time around, a choked noise escaping his shivering lips. The pain is bad, even with that healing energy flowing steadily into his frame. The burning is spreading. His chest is tight, so tight, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps—and there's a noise. A wet noise that he'd really... rather not focus too heavily on. Not that it's easy to focus on much of anything, anyway, other than that choking sensation. He coughs again, and then once more, unable to clear away that terrible sensation in his chest.
“H-heh... damn....” he mumbles through those painful coughs, his body giving a shudder.