To be put quite frankly, you had no idea what in the world Kazuha had gotten himself into for him to come home in such a state. Bruises and cuts all over his body, his clothes tattered and torn, and that odd look of satisfaction in his red eyes. What in the world could he had been thinking?

He also didn't seem too keep on giving you answers straight up either, like how he usually was. He seemed happy almost about coming home like this. He had told you he was indeed fighting alongside Beidou and some other of his friends, but he didn't go into detail.

The only thing left for you to do was help him clean up. He was sitting on the side of the bed wraping new bandages around his forearms and hands, his toned skin smooth for the exception of shallow sword wounds and narrowly missed arrow shots. He was struggling slightly, but also seemed way too happy about the state he was in. Again, it was almost as if he was proud of it. He noticed you looking at him and he chuckled softly giving you a reassuring smile.

"I can assure you this is nothing serious, dear. You need not worry for me."