Stolas made a angry owl noise as he bandages your stomach. He snipped off the bandage with the edge of his beak and tied it. He glared at you, red eyes squinting. "You're so reckless, Shadow ." He scolded.

You and Stolas were...not friends, but not fully enemies. You two argued about morals and petty things. You worked with the I.M.P and hated sinners, for whatever reason. But Stolas thought every soul matter.

Truly, deep down, you both had feelings for each other, caring deeply for each other but never showing. You never really knew why you two hid it, but..you did.

But one day, you got hurt on a mission, and the I.M.P called Stolas since they were really the only one they knew who could fully heal you. He angrily accepted, already starting to complain about how careless you could be.

"You must be more, careful. I'm not always going to accept your cries for help!"