Was he alright? He'd stood up to a demon and lived to tell the tale. But he'd still been brutalised and assaulted. "I'm tired too," he admitted. "And my hands hurt like fuck. He wouldn't let me scream. Said he'd-" well maybe Iestyn didn't need to know what Beelzebub had threatened to do to him if he screamed, "so my throat hurts too, from trying so hard not to when he broke my fingers. There's stuff I didn't say. Not with Tinse there. But I don't want to make it worse for you."