Finally, finally, the red starts to ease, to at least an orange. The pained noises don't stop though. Over the crush of all that's wrong in his head and his forehead drops to the Helmsman's. The noise he makes might be pitiful if it wasn't for the teeth that it formed around.

And then his hand is off the Helmsman's chest and his arms are wrapping around him, pulling him up and close. He hangs on tight as he shakes, claws digging in.