“Ow, not so tight!” Gray cries out when you pull at his bandages, a frown set on his face.

He doesn’t understand why you won’t let anyone perform healing magic on him, but he suppose it’s also his fault for entertaining your poor excuse to help.

A tired sigh escapes his lips as he leans back against his bed, allowing you to continue wrapping him up like a Christmas present. Hopefully you’ll be done soon so he can have time to rest and recover.