[ The breath he doesn't realize he's been holding is finally exhaled when Rook's lips press against his brow. It seems obvious when he says it now, but it hadn't felt good to hear all the same.

As he is now he's not as exciting of a hunt as he could be. It's like being given a capelin instead of a mackerel--dissatisfying even if it's still food. Even if it's still a hunt. As he is now it's easy to see himself becoming overwhelmed again. ]

If you are planning to help, then I accept. I am in your capable hands. Although, it sounds as if you wish for me to simply take more breaks.