"Morn', doc," Arthur drawled as he ducked into your tent without asking, the door flap naturally falling shut behind him. You could see him holding one of his hands with his other, the first having a shallow, medium-sized cut along the back. The sort of thing that'd heal up fine in just a few hours — hell, it wasn't even bleeding any more.

"Had a little incident," there was a smirk on Arthur's lips that you could see him trying to pull back. He did this a lot — getting purposefully hurt just to see you. It was hard not to take notice, especially since he was so obvious about it.