Summoner's head jerks up at the first sign of company, his eyes wide, hands with clenched claws at his neck and weaving into his unstyled hair. His eyes dart around before locking on Darkleer and he visibly settles, his body still tense, but his sense of alarm drains from him. The slight calm doesn't last though, and is quickly replaced by his body crouching forward again, feeling that dual stabbing pain.

"At a-" He gasps, his voice rough, "Bit of a loss... for- words- here..." Each word escapes with a dry breath, and he stays curled into himself, still shirtless, he has been since his wings started to really drop off.

"You really shouldn't..." Swallows, letting out a deep breath as the pain dies a little. "Be seeing this."