( Javert remains where he is, on hands and knees while Khoriya pulls out of him. He groans just a bit softly at the loss, at the soreness of that the beast has left behind. Khoriya's ears flatten, his body moving as if to flee, and Javert is not entirely certain if there's anything he can say to reassure him. )

That is just as well. Coming back from the dead sounds like too much hardship.

( He shivers a bit at the chill, the sudden loss of fur and body heat, but he doesn't attempt to cover himself, doesn't attempt to sit or stand knowing how painful it might be. If it might spur something in this creature that neither of them can handle. )

You've done me no pain that cannot heal.