Percival continued to soothe Leiland, gentling him through the emotional release that had followed the physical release. Even sobbing and an absolute mess, Percival had never seen anyone more beautiful in his life. "It's alright, darling," he said. "Cry all you need to. I'm here. I've got you. You're safe and you're okay. Everything will be alright." He continued petting and cuddling him and giving him as much affection as he needed. It was clear that Leiland had been rather starved for affection, and honestly Percival had missed human contact all these years. "You are so perfect, love. You are absolutely perfect."
He noticed when Leiland winced at the mess and moved his hand just long enough to remove it with prestidigitation. "Better, darling?" he asked, running his fingers once more through Leiland's hair. "You never have to thank me for being good to you," he said, taking Leiland's hand in his and bringing it to his lips. "I meant what I said. I will always give you whatever you desire. You need only ask it of me. I am yours as much as you are mine, beloved."
He smiled to himself. "I suppose you do," he said. "Zaul'Nazh may take offense, but I can handle him. If he shows you any cruelty, tell me and I will deal with it. You are my own and I will protect you."