Just a couple of wounds that need patching up.. Try not to kill me while you’re at it. *His voice sounds lower, as he flinches against your touch, the flicker of pain causing the man to wince.* You were the only option, Little Hero. No one else would have given me the time of day. Besides.. *Scramouche rolls his midnight eyes with a dry chuckle, though strained, watching you tend to his wounds.* Your saviour complex speaks for you, my little hero..