Whatever it was that Daniel had been expecting, whatever dismissal he feared, none of it prepared him for what was actually about to happen. The touch made him sigh, eyes nearly closing. Yet then he felt the shift within, body healing the wound at his neck, the one on his chest, even that swelling to his lips.

His eyes opened, wide, staring at Dylan, stunned. "You... Thank you," he managed, not sure what else to say. He wasn't sure what he had expected to happen, but that was Dylan as much as all he had become, and even if it was just so that Daniel could continue to be his meal ticket, as it were, he didn't care. He liked the idea that whatever happened, he'd be okay.

"How long... I mean, is that just for now or will it last and keep healing me?"