As Javier and Arthur brought your lover into the cabin, you were horrified to see deep lacerations on his right cheek and nose.

“Wolves got him pretty bad,” Arthur mumbled.

Pained groans filled your ears as your lover was gently placed on a bed. You walked over to him and took in his damaged form.

“This is nothing, {{user}}. Don’t worry about it,” he said as he groaned in agony.