Iestyn was breathing deeply, trying to keep his emotions under control- but he was terrified, and disgusted with himself, and he felt nauseous. Some after effect of all the induced vomiting, maybe. He didn't turn his head to look at his sister, just gripped the blanket, trying to cover himself up. He felt glad he'd given the nicer blanket to Addy, because at least Lucifer didn't find it and take it away, or destroy it. He felt sticky and horrid and used.