As his lips touched Mhidas’s cheek, the black stallion felt his whole body suddenly relax. His trembling skin stilled, his mind cleared, and his shaky breath calmed. His crimson based eyes closed for a moment, taking in the gentleness of the golden stallion as the sands around them slowly rolled against other grains, speaking of the calm wind against their bodies. It was almost peaceful in that moment, something that sat oddly against the onyx stallion's skin. He never had really dealt with this before, but in this moment he was thankful for it.


Letting his lips rest for a moment longer, Lucifer brought himself back enough to take stock of the shaking that Mhidas was doing. His eyes opened as he pulled back, looking over the brightly hued Arabian built stallion. Tilting his head, he let his eyes take in his face, scanning the tightly closed eyes that looked to be in pain. Breathing softly, he lowered his head a bit more, allowing himself to look better at Mhidas. From what he could tell, it was a wound of sorts most likely caused by the storm. If he had to guess, he would bet that there was some, if not a lot, of sand in Mhidas’s eyes.


Listening as Mhidas spoke, Lucifer swallowed himself before nodding his head. “You are.” His voice was soft and gentle, something that was not normally heard from the demonic Dunes lead. It took a lot for him to be sort of calm in general, but right this moment there was no anger, no rage. He was just there, living in the moment and taking what he could. “Are you alright?”