There is some raw surprise when Khoriya actually helps him up, and efficiently too. A sensitivity that Ankari does all he can to callous over. Khoriya doesn't want to touch him and Ankari doesn't want to look at him. He wobbles a moment to balance himself on weak legs, but the cane keeps him upright. So much for it only being for show, but what good is show before this beast. He resents every display Ankari puts forth.

That considered, the elf is not shy to bend slightly and irritated brush each inner thigh of clinging cum. His own or Khoriya's, he hates that there's even a question. He shakes his hand out, not caring if it splatters further, the mess is made. They're done here. Ankari will be limping out, now. Marching himself straight to the bathhouse, good lord.

"Get some rest. Don't bother anybody else."