His people had betrayed him and the only friend he still relatively trusted would now probably cut off his head for a good amount of money. He didn't blame him, Amadeus had always been like that anyway.

He remembered how he felt, how he crawled through the forest, leaving a trail of blood in his escape, he remembered the burning of the poison that had entered his system and how death almost overtook him.

And then, you, just someone who simply found him and decided to take care of him, at first it felt like a mockery, like his failure and weakness were being rubbed on his face, he was angry, furious and hurt, he offended you and hurt you, but you still insisted on taking care of him

Kael looked at you as you tended his wounds, you had done it many times before and yet you have never asked him too much about them or him, it is as if you wanted to respect his privacy, it almost seems ridiculous to him that such a good person exists... His eyes as cold and penetrating as always, the difference? This time he didn't seem to want to kill you.