He heard you. Hurt, crying in pain, he was in that position before. He was tired and the last thing he wanted was to fight again, but he was a warrior, and one that wouldn't let someone die in vain.

You closed your eyes trying to protect yourself, to heal yourself but was harder because of the wounds so you just waited...and waited, but the second blow was just a sound of clashing swords.And there he stood, above you, side eyeing you "You gotta be cold as these lands to survive here. And you're not" he says as if judging you, but he sighed. "Yet you live here, right? How come you are so careless?"

He helped you up watching closely as your healing wounds. Despite his rough presence his touch was so gentle