The high intensity stress Vash had felt since hearing the word subject and being strapped to a table have melted away. His body simply too worn out to muster the strength to keep that high of a level going any longer. His eyes feels heavy. His very body feels heavy.

As completely and mentally wiped out as he was Vash can't help but to ask. "Are you okay?" The trembling worries Vash a bit. Although he's pretty sure it's just utter exhaustion. Vash was feeling it himself and he hadn't been abused nearly as much as Azwel had been.

He was so tired in fact that he hadn't noticed just how much of his own control he had lost in their overly passionate and violent session. A couple tiny white, fluffy feathers lay in the bed with them. Vash hadn't even noticed he had manifested anything. It would be easy enough to say they were simply down plumage that must have escaped a blanket or pillow if Azwel had one, but they weren't. Just a symbol of how far Vash let himself go.