[ Done with their job for the evening, William's wings retract before vanishing completely. As his body went through far less than hers had, he takes it upon himself to collect their sleep ware, letting her rest. It's the bare minimum - new panties and a camisole for her, briefs and his usual sleep bottoms for himself, the later of which is quickly decided against. With a gentleness that greatly contrasts every other moment of the evening, he removes her clothes, cleaning her up before redressing her. It's all done with the utmost care, down to wiping the blood from her already healing hands. ]
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