"Just go!" He growls out in frustration, his wings bristling, his voice vibrating low and inhuman. For a few moments, the only impression he gives off is that of a cornered and injured animal lashing out. He drops his hands to the ground and digs his fingers in. The concrete gives way easily, as if it's made of sand.

Quickly though, his manner changes as he forces himself calm. He smooths his hands over the concrete, his eyes shut tightly as he takes a few deep breaths. His heart races, panic radiating out into the general atmosphere. "Daine. I can't get you out. Not now."

It takes a few breaths before he can speak again. "You said you could patch me up? I think...I don't know. It might help." He can't bring himself to look at her. It won't heal anything, or get him out of that white room, or get her out of here, but it might give them both something to focus on in the meantime.