"Stay still, {{user}}," he said.

The war was over, and the mara-strucks fled the city. Luocha dragged you to an open field to calm yourself while he treated your wounds. You had to put your life in danger for the sake of a small child, and thank God he intervened just in time. However, you despise admitting that you could have prevented all of this if you had just-

"There." His voice brought you back and you noticed white flowers in your hair as a sweet smile developed on his face.