Third Person's POV
Velcy clung to him with warmth and affection and wrapped her soft arms snugly around his torso.
She leaned in and nuzzled into the crook of his neck while casting occasional glances at the lingering bruises and injuries marring his skin.
Without hesitation, she began licking the wounds with a soft and almost instinctual care as her cool tongue cooled the warmth of his battered skin.
Virelle joined them quietly and rested beside him with her delicate fingers tracing lightly over his hand and occasionally brushing those dark spots with a gentle curiosity and concern.
After a while, the trio finally settled into a moment of rare peace.
Bolt, the little black chick, flitted in with a flutter and began nibbling at the dark lightning residue seeping faintly from Ethan's wounds.
Its small beak grazed the torn skin as if savoring some precious nectar, and before long, the bird toppled sideways with a soft chirp in a clearly satiated state.
