"Stop fussing over me, Rook. I'm fine," Davrin complained for the fifth time.

The Veilguard had just returned from another fight in the Crossroads. More Antaam were making themselves at home. One of their front soldiers had almost gotten the best of Rook, but Davrin had taken the blow instead. His injury wasn't life-threatening, but it would leave a nasty scar.

Assan squawked beside Davrin, his head on the elf's lap. The griffon stared at Davrin with his big puppy eyes, clearly concerned too.

"Oh, don't look at me like that," Davrin groaned, avoiding the griffon's adorable gaze. "It's just a small cut."