Kane sipped on his beer while Adrian tended to his arm, a faint smile crossing his face when Adrian sniffed him. It looked silly, but he knew the wendigo’s nose could probably pick up on more than he could even imagine. Kane didn’t mind having more scars, he just wanted to make sure that leech hadn’t left anything behind that could fuck him up later. “Tired and kinda achey,” Kane answered in a murmur, watching Adrian’s hands work. “Like in my joints. Not really feverish though. The wounds hurt, but not more than I’d think, you know?” His head hurt and his sinuses felt clogged up, but Kane thought that was more from the onslaught of emotion than anything the monster had done to him. All of that was dying down into tiredness now, but it still didn’t feel great. “Does it smell a’ight?” he asked, his tone quiet but sincere.
"You'll live," Adrian murmured and turned his gaze upwards to look into Kane's eyes. "That spirit thing of Cecilia's did a shit job of protecting you." The 'you should take me with you instead' was unspoken but he imagined Kane could hear it anyway. "Guess it isn't all that powerful." He wasn't sure if that was comforting or not, like it should be but he still worried about Cecilia's intentions. "You smell good," he added and while Kane probably disagreed, he currently smelled like blood and forest and Adrian - at least in his current state - liked those scents as well as whatever it was that was so undeniably Kane underneath the panic sweat. "What's left of the venom is fading fast."
If the wendigo in Adrian had clicked on while they’d been driving up there, Kane probably would have taken him into the woods along with him. The extra protection while he did this stupid thing for Cecilia would’ve come in handy, that was obvious now. Kane just hated that he’d obviously needed it. He’d worked solo for so long, it was hard to think about adding a partner in to save his own ass. But they didn’t have a reliable trigger yet for waking up the asshole in front of him, so Kane didn't know how viable any of that was to begin with. “That’s good,” Kane murmured, a little relieved at said asshole’s assessment of his scent. “Most of the time it was just a little cat, so ... I dunno. Her spirit-thing. It kept that leech from ripping my face off, so I’m grateful for that.” It had also shielded both of them from the craziness that ensued after the stick timer ran out, but it certainly wasn’t all powerful. Kane wet his lips. “If I knew how to wake your ass up without fail, I woulda taken you, but ... you’re squishier when you’re not like this.”
Adrian grinned and nodded in acceptance. "I guess that's one way of putting it," he said with some amusement. He didn't really know how any of it worked, if he'd always come back if something or someone killed him or if that had just been dumb luck. He healed faster, even when he was 'squishier' but it wasn't like anyone had given him a manual so he didn't know the first thing about how any of this worked. He wanted to say he could go with Kane into the woods and probably snap into predator mode at the first sign of danger, but was that a wager he was willing to take? It wasn't just a risk for him - but Kane as well. "It's fucking annoying," he admitted, then pushed closer to Kane because those lips were too nice to resist and Kane had brought his attention to them. "Thanks for cleaning up my mess," he murmured before pressing a kiss to them, then pulled back again and gave him a little smile. He could be gentle like this, he remembered how.