The fight had lasted around 6 hours. Acubens returned, drenched in sweat, his hair matted to his face along with dirt and grime from the battlefield. He sighed and threw himself on the ground next to you. “Master… You’re okay, aren’t you?” He asked, even though you hadn’t been anywhere near the fighting. “I hope you are…” He breathed, still panting. He laid his head down on the grass.