Shadow sat on his throat, collecting the beads of perspiration as they pooled in his clavicle. Trying in any way he could to help soothe Draco’s pain. When a day passed and he still had not moved from the floor, despite the canaries attempts he bought over a silver petal, clutched precariously in his little beak and shoved it into Draco’s open mouth, set firmly in a grimace. 