Allion gagged on air, choking and gasping as his hands dropped to his crushed throat, air whistling through his teeth as he tried to just breath. His lungs screamed for the air, then flared with ice so cold it burned when they received the much needed oxygen. Vaguely, he was aware of a cold touch to his cheek, his body being pulled into an upright position as he bent over, wheezing as his eyes watered.
His mind was filled with fuzz, his alert senses brought to a halt by the sensation of being slowly suffocated. As such, he didn't fully realise that, in his panicked state, he had revealed his abilities, what he was to a Duke of Connloath.
Blinking rapidly as the coughing began to finally die away, though his throat felt like dozens of tiny daggers were being driven into it, and his head was throbbing painfully in time with his numbing leg, he lifted his gaze to his apparent saviour, wincing harshly as he tried to swallow and was brutally rebuffed. "Wha-" his voice was little more than a whisper, pain shooting through his throat as he tried to speak, but his confusion was evident.