[ The thing is, once they're out, the tension leaves Kwang's body entirely. He lifts his head to look at the sky, completely mindless of the heat that now radiates from him. He hears the voice behind him, and breathes deeply. His wingspan is pretty massive, but he's so used to them that he doesn't hit anything or anyone when he turns around. ]

I'm fine. It's just -

[ He sighs. There's no reason for the demon not use everything that Kwang tells him against him. But if he was to, there are a lot of people around that would be looking to protect Kwang. And he, himself, is no slouch. ]

It's talking about him. Like... like they know that he's made them.

[ His biggest curse, and at the same time, the only true gift Xylnan left Kwang with. ]

I can control them most of the time. It's just - mentioning him.