The trembling of his body slowly started to lessen with each little thing that she did, helping to return him to a semi-coherent state and allowing bleary sable eyes to open, watching himself get moved about like a ragdoll. Finally, finally, he could start to make out who it was, who was currently speaking so softly and holding onto his head so tenderly. The smell came first: her familiar scent mingled with the metallic odour of blood all around them. But that scent which he'd never forgotten, it topped it all, at the forefront of everything else.
"Liiil..." he managed, throat working and Adam's apple bobbing, but nothing else coming out for a minute. His brows lowered as he tried to get more out, tried to convey what was happening to him and what he needed, as he heard her apologies and felt the heat starting to return to his body.
"Prof... pr... Slu...hrn..." he got out between the subsiding trembling, and then let himself just rest upon her lap, turning his head back into her for comfort.