"Hm." He watched Genesis and the scratching had been noticed. "Let me see." He stepped toward her and placed his hand where she was scratching. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, though he had rolled his left shoulder with a soft groan.

Like Genesis, he might have pulled something but this feeling was dull and distant that crept on him like an old wound than something immediate. He willed the pain away, blanketing the acknowledgement with his immediate concern on Genesis.

He began to massage her shoulder in a tender way but strong enough to help with the pain. He hoped that it wasn't what he think was happening since the tunnels weren't wide enough for wings.