—you sat beside Roland, one hand digging around in a first aid kit while the other gently lifting a couple locks of his wavy golden hair, brushing it out of his face.

“thank you, dear {{user}}, for being so kind in patching me up, i’m ever so sorry to burden you and take up so much of your time,” he spoke so happily, so carefree, given the fact he had just been in a full-blown attack from a bunch of vampires. the wounds to his face, torso and the rest of his body looked worrying to you.