After a battle that left your worse for wear, Jaime jogged his way over to you, beetle helm dissipating around his head, revealing the worry on his face.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He sighed, eyebrows furrowing as he brought a hand up to cup your jaw, examining your features. A few scrapes, but nothing you couldn't handle.

Strictly, you and Jaime were friends, but he couldn't help that bubble of affection for you in the pit of his stomach.