[ At this point, Wren isn't thinking about anything physical in the intimate sense, only that he likes Aeryn close. That he smells nice - a combination of the unicorn and dragon scents.

Maybe he doesn't need to say that he couldn't look for Aeryn either. ]

Falling ill?

[ He focuses on that, instead. ]

Here we are again. It might not have been the best circumstances, but I'm glad I was there when you needed me.