Kira fell silent and still at this, even in his own mind- the words fell into it like pebbles in a lake, sending ripples out to the dark and quiet corners of his mind. Did he meant that? Did the prince truly mean to fill him with the knowledge Kira thought he could never have? To make him something more than what he was? Even if he knew this talk was fueled by alcohol, Kira couldn't help holding onto it. As the prince faded, the elf woke up further, half wishing William would keep telling him such things, half fearing them.
He felt the prince's heartbeat slow, and saw his eyes flutter shut, and knew he was out. Suddenly, a sense of loss filled the little slave. He knew William wouldn't remember what he had said while under the influence, and some part of him wished he would. For a moment, it had sounded so unbelievably beautiful. Now, Kira felt like he had been shown a light in the darkness, only to have it go out. He sank against the mattress, wondering why he had thought it possible in teh first place. Such things were not for broken vessels like him.
Rather than dwell on this and wallow in teh sudden ache, he tucked the blankets around William and sat up as one of the guards came in. Kira kept his head bowed, but he could see that the guard was gingerly checking William's injuries. The slave sat in silence for a long while, before finally getting teh courage to ask the question that had been on his tongue since they were pulled up here.
"Please…" he whispered. "May I…tend to his wounds?"
The guard seemed surprised that he should speak, but he didn't stroke out at the slave for doing so, as would have been expected of him. He remembered the way Kira had thrown himself protectively over the prince earlier, and perhaps that made him stop and ponder for a moment.
"Very well." he nodded, standing. It wasn't totally out of a sex slave's duty roster. Anyway, something told him this one would be very careful. The guard left for several minutes, returning with salves , bandages, rags, and a bowl of warm water. Hearing Kira's humble, whispered words of thanks, he almost found himself replying to it. But Kira was still a sex slave, and the guard ended up shaking his head and leaving the room to report to teh Captain.
Kira didn't mind, but turned immediately to his sleeping master, tending to him with gentle hands, knowing it would be less painful while he slept. At least he could do this for William, if he wasn't capable of much else.