The healers insisted on checking over both Lothar and Khadgar before releasing either of them. Standard procedure for anyone who'd sustained severe injuries, they'd said, but Lothar knew they were more worried about the mage than they were about their regent. Khadgar had submitted to their examination willingly, allowing them to poke and prod and reassure him that he was immune to the Fel now and couldn't be overtaken by it in the future. But Lothar's patience was nearing its end by the time they were finished, and he was relieved once he and Khadgar were finally heading back to his quarters. He'd promised the healers he'd keep an eye on the young mage, helping him adjust to his new situation…although Lothar had much more intimate things in mind.

"You really want me to stay with you?" Khadgar asked, looking around the Stormwind regent's suite. It was spacious and a little too large for Lothar's tastes, at least for a single person, but it would be perfect for two.

Lothar nodded. "I would have invited you to move in anyhow. I want to be with you, Khadgar, in every way."

Khadgar's brow creased. "People will talk."

"Let them talk," he declared. "I wouldn't have hidden our relationship before, and I certainly won't now. In fact, it's especially important now to be open about it. The people of Stormwind, along with the rest of the Alliance, need to know you're still you, and that I still trust you completely, even though you were scarred by your encounter with the Fel."

"Alodi was scarred," Khadgar pointed out. "She didn't become part demon."

Lothar embraced him, giving him a quick kiss. "I think you look fine," he said. "And speaking of which…can you show me your wings again? They seemed to be very sensitive when we were together before, but I didn't get much of a chance to explore." His eyes traveled hungrily over the mage's body. "I would like to, though."

The younger man blushed slightly then. "Ok," he said. His eyes flared blue for a second, and his wings reappeared at his back, magically summoned and leaving the linen of his borrowed shirt intact.

Lothar stared for a moment in surprise. "They changed color."

Khadgar cocked his head. "What?" he asked, extending them outward and twisting around so he could get a better look.

"They were the color of dried blood before," Lothar replied, wishing he could have come up with a less graphic description. "Now they're blue."

Khadgar's eyes widened, and he touched one of the midnight-blue struts curiously. The membranes were blue as well, but a much paler color, a less intense reflection of the blue of the arcane. "I hadn't expected that," he said.

"Maybe it's because it's your magic that's making them now, not the Fel," Lothar offered, and held out a hand. "May I?"

"Go ahead." He looked up at Lothar almost shyly. "You can touch me anywhere you want, you know."

Lothar ran his fingers down the side of a wing, and Khadgar shivered. "Does that feel good?"

"Yes," he replied, still sounding shy.

Lothar stroked up and down the wing gently. "Khadgar?"

"Yes?"

"I would very much like to make love with you right now. Would you like that?"

The mage's eyes closed, and he stepped forward into Lothar's welcoming arms. "Yes, Anduin, more than anything."

Lothar pressed his lips to Khadgar's, then took his hand and led him to the bed.