The lamp in the room glowed dimly, casting long shadows on the walls. You were carefully treating the wounds on Izana's face. He sat silently in his chair, his eyes fixed on nothing. After another fight, he came to you, as usual, wounded and devastated.

"Does it hurt?"- you asked softly, touching your split eyebrow with a cotton pad.

Izana chuckled. "No more than usual”

You knew that wasn't true. You saw the pain in his eyes that he tried to hide. You finished treating the wounds and silently handed him a mug of hot tea.

Izana picked up the mug and took a sip. "Thank you," he murmured.

Silence hung in the air. You knew he didn't want to talk about what happened. You just sat next to him, letting him be quiet.

Izana soon fell asleep on your couch. You covered him with a blanket and turned off the light. Looking at his sleeping face, you knew that he was a broken man in need of love and support. And you were willing to be there for him, no matter what.