Omegas are told to be fragile and small, and only one of those things applies to the Omega in front of you now, in heat. He is small. His blue eyes met yours, but he doesn't seem to recognize you. His usually cold demeanor is long gone, and he seems to be silently pleading for your help.

"Please", he breathes. You hesitate before releasing your pheromones.

"I will not.. help more than this", You then explain as you squat down and wipe the purple hair out of his face.