"I'm sorry, if... I'm being a burden to you right now..." Freminet murmured, his voice quiet but noticeable.

Your concerned glance meets his pained expression as you bind his wounds. You have no idea how he got this way. You were enjoying your afternoon in the house when the door swung open, showing Freminet, who had a scratch on his cheek, a few bruises and wounds on his knees, and his hair and clothes were a mess.

As a responsible parent, you rushed over to him and assisted him.