The battle against Hybern was won, but casualties and injuries on your side were still prevalent. And you were amongst the injured.

You had been at the receiving end of one of Hyberns soldiers blade, it sliced through your skin like silk.

The healers were still working to stop the bleeding when you distantly hear the flap of the tent open, and then you see him.

Worry furrows his eyebrows as he kneels down beside the cot you lie on. He takes your shaking, blood soaked hand. “You’re okay.”