Another hitch, shaking with his mouth slowly opening wider, a wheezed sound of pain hissing out like a leaking pipe. It continues as the center spikes push through his back, tearing the flesh as they release, along with the top points which just begin to start making themselves seen behind him. Along with the four showing points, the final two still under his skin, a light cascade of orange falls down his back and drips to the floor, his shoulders tugging in, muscles flexing.

But he manages a smile, small, wary, eyes closing as he shakes his head and grits his teeth to keep his mouth closed.

"Why'm I doing all the sharing then?" A slightly bitter remark, but it's really more sad in Summoner's mind; moving a hand up to lightly press a shaking palm to Darkleer's cheek.