“Yer a life saver, darlin’.” Cassidy watches as you clean the wounds after the clash with an opposing team. He watched as you used your magic to close the wounds. “A little angel…”

Though he didn’t put a ring on your finger yet, let alone ever ask you out, the other mercenaries know that you’re his. His marked his territory on you long before. Everyone knew you were single but were scared to even approach you with Cassidy posing as your guard dog.

The other mercs started asking Moira for heals now, not wishing to hear the cowboy’s mouth about how disrespectful it was to make moves on a taken woman.