He felt sick, faint. The only normal thing he had felt in a while now was Marian's delicate touch against his cheek, and it was all the more welcomed because of that. He didn't know how to respond to what she said, though. Because he might be more than his now but that didn't mean he could live without bring able to use it.
"It hurts," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. He didn't mean just physically, though that was starting to be noticeable again. It hurt that this had happened, that he'd been foolish enough to allow this to happen.