(Nice picture. ^^ And no your reply is a fine length. = ] I simply write too much where it is probably unnecessary, lol... I hope you don't mind....)
Dark eyebrows rose along with silvery dilated optics, a slightly quizzical expression possessing Vexx's features as the young woman fell back into the sand due to his recent precarious actions. What did he do to make her--? Oh, right—he had nearly jumped out of his skin, thus reopening the wing wound and startling her back. It was surprising that such a deep wound had already begun to heal on its own in the first place though—well, at least attempting to do so without the use of any sort of medical treatment. Then again, that was all due to his abnormally quick healing rates. It was simply a trait of his race, but it had probably become enhanced through all of those unsanitary injections. Occasionally, he pondered on whether he'd suddenly grow an additional arm from all of those peculiar injections. The boy subconsciously scanned the surrounding area without moving his head, pupils momentarily sliding from right to left until they landed back on Rhia. His paranoid behavior probably seemed erratically inept, and maybe it was, but that atypical behavior was what usually saved his life. As a result, he never viewed his sturdy caution as a negative aspect. At least, not until now, since it was the cause of his wing injury reopening and the startling of the young woman. He appeared to be mildly surprised when she had fallen back into the sand, but realized that he had committed a mild wrongdoing by surprising her from just bolting out of her grasp quite abruptly.
Leaping from one's arms out of alertness appeared completely inappropriate nonetheless, right? It did, but when one was literally basing the majority of their actions mostly out of their pure caution and notion that even an eight year-old child could be an enemy in masquerade, it was hard to utterly blame them for being so jumpy from the mere sight of another young adult. "S... Sorry. I'm...a tad bit jumpy." Vexx murmured with partial truth, apologizing for startling her like so. Now, his statement was only partially true because he was genuinely much more than a 'tad bit' jumpy. Even after reopening the wound, the over-reactive boy was still wide awake with alert. It had settled down slightly though, just as the adrenaline began to halt its flow. On the other hand, he was also starting to feel more of the pain now that his adrenaline-pumped state was gradually declining. 'I think...I tore my wing back open. ...Me and my neurotic-ass…' Vexx thought to himself with a displeased flatness attached. Though, the fact that he had wings wasn't evident….yet. Well, at least Vexx had realized that aggression was not a proper decision at the moment. There was obviously no need for it, let alone his lesions did not even allow him to simply jump up abruptly, so he was aware that a further advanced action would definitely not be a suitable option for his state. When the male adolescent temporarily focused on the towel now drenched in his own blood, most likely due to the shoulder lesion reopening slightly more as well, he speculated on whether he should flinch at the familiar light pain he felt as she applied more pressure to the wound. The towel was a somewhat sufficient replacement for a bandage for the time being.
After Rhia stated who she was and their location, the boy's paranoia slightly eased itself as predicted. His body visibly lowered its tenseness as well. He partially figured that a mere vacationer couldn't be much of threat…for the most part. Beyond all of that, Vexx should have been concerned over his condition rather than who she was or where he was, but….well, his mindset wasn't always rational when it came to medical needs, especially when weighed down by prudence. Speaking of which, the very corner of his mind was still considering his appearance. He knew that the windbreaker he wore was probably mildly jutting out, even if his wings were tightly folded up against his back. With that thought juggling throughout his mind, the fact that there were only a couple of other individuals lingering around the beach began to unnerve him gradually. There was an obnoxious, itching feeling to suddenly bolt up and run away to conceal himself further, but he attempted to ignore that for now, placing the majority of his attention onto Rhia. Vexx was the type of person that disliked burdening others, so as Rhia had offered to give him proper care for his wounds in her own hotel room, having had some practice with the field of medicine, contemplation was immediately set forth. Burdening Rhia was already obvious of the situation, but…if he didn't choose to go along with her, he would most likely still be placing a burden upon her shoulders. Aside from the point that he was beyond just a tad hesitant to trust someone, let alone accept medical attention that would definitely require some sort of physical examination—of which he would probably have to show her his harmed wing so she could tend to it and that thought alone nearly dropped his heart into his stomach—, declining her offer would probably merely intensify the apparent concerns of the young woman.
Her concerns were surprisingly perceptible to him because—well, if she wasn't worried, she would not have remained with him in the first place, and offer medical care to him afterwards. This had to be done. He fully knew that he desperately needed the medical attention on top of all of that. If he simply ignored such injuries as he occasionally did, he might be dead by tomorrow. It had been awhile since he had received such serious lesions, thus explaining why he usually proceeded with ignoring his injuries while letting his body's healing rates take heed of the aftermath. Alas, these particular wounds were too deep to mend properly without any medical assistance. In this case, medical terminology applied to him. Alternatively, there was not a nudging feeling telling him to jet at the sight of Rhia—in fact, his intuition was urging him to go along with her. He did not sense any negative vibes coming from her either. His nerves had been the cause of his unnecessary reaction upon stirring, but now that his mindset had relaxed slightly, he managed to notice all of that about Rhia…. Vexx set his silver orbs upon the hand that she had placed beneath his uninjured arm in order to help him up, hesitating provisionally. ….Should he go along with her? Yes, because declining the offer would be kind of stupid. Okay, it was settled. He would just have to leave as soon as his lesions healed up some. He could not linger around with her for too long, or else he'd be putting her in potential danger. Of course, that was not something he longed for. To the side of being on the run, possibly placing others in danger was another reason why he could never exactly loiter around long enough to simply catch one's name, let alone get to know anyone at a mere acquaintance level.
For a second, his thoughts reflected back to events that led to the current lesions across his body, but the short flash of recall was halted as quickly as it came. Although his voice was a bit low, it was still clear and comprehensible. "….Alright." Slowly, the adolescent male allowed his hand to reach for her own one. He gently took Rhia's slender hand into his fairly larger one, managing to stand with her support through a light wince of strain. Vexx's stature reached up to a height of 5'9"; it wasn't incredulously tall, but it was still basically tall nonetheless. And being at a mere age of 17--a few days to 18--meant that he was still in the process of growing. The young man glanced down at his windbreaker to ensure that nothing 'strange' was poking out of it. He was obviously quite attached to the damned garment, even if it was faded, torn, and practically imploring to be thrown out and replaced. He did not ordinarily have the time to appreciate fashion as he'd favor to do so however….or change his garments, as a matter of fact. However, nothing 'strange' was poking out from beneath his windbreaker as his overly cautious nature had recently implied. He glanced back over to the young lady, waiting for her to lead the way. In the meantime, he secondarily pondered about what variety of medical attention he would need. Would he need stitches? Perhaps, but he wasn't worried about that because he was used to pain. He was much more concerned about having to reveal to her the other debilitated region of his body. How would Rhia react to the wings? He was completely at a loss with such a question, for he had never shown anyone his wings before, and he just didn't know how a normal individual would react to them. Looks like he was going to find out sooner or later.
"Erm…thank you." Beyond all of the caution and over-alertness was…gratefulness. Vexx was indeed thankful for her aid, seeing as how the beach was close to desertion and his condition would have just grown much worse without said aid. Plus, he lacked money for a visit with a doctor. On the other hand, opening her hotel room to him wasn't a necessarily needed action, but she chose to offer it to him, a mere stranger, anyway. For someone who had not been raised long enough by his parents to actually have been taught some sort of etiquette by them, he certainly did have more than one would believe. Of course, there were proper mannerisms that he lacked, and some that he didn't. Even a runaway teen such as himself was capable of feelings of appreciation and a few other manners. It'd make one wonder why everyone couldn't have some sort of politeness if he could possess some here and there. Vexx's eyes dilated slightly as Rhia asked for his name. 'Oh, right—people usually introduce themselves... Should I...? ....I guess it's alright to...' he mused with a tad of surprise, momentarily watching the young woman with a bit of inquisitiveness sparking in his steely optics. He had sincerely forgotten to state his name, although he asked for her own identity earlier. "I'm...Vecione—well, Vexx for short…" he responded lowly. 'Or you can call me Subject 11, but…nah, I'd much prefer Vexx.' he thought to himself sarcastically, as if to secretly spite the scientists that came up with such an atrocious forename in the first place. Who would want a name that categorized one as an 'it' rather than a living being with a gender? An 'it' did not have a gender.
