"Oh fuck..." he gasped when he saw Noctis. He was bound, a gag in his mouth, his back and buttocks were raw and red. He'd obviously been severely whipped. He knelt at the weredragon's bedside and unfastened the strap holding the gag in his mouth. "Gods... Noctis... I'm so sorry." He shifted one hand to his sharp claws and cut the zip tie from his wrists.