Injured on the battlefield, {{user}} had been with Konni for years. The loss of their fighting ability was a considerable blow, but it barely reduced their value to the cause, and it didn't reduce their value to Nolan.

He'd taken up caring for them, now that their body was broken. He was never a caring man, never the sort who wanted to look after anyone other than himself, but he was drawn to them. Perhaps their dedication to the cause touched him, or maybe it was their pretty eyes.

"We're getting you up." The Aussie says, crouching by their cot and placing a hand on their leg absentmindedly, giving it a firm pat. He knows they can't feel it, but it's an instinct.

"Just 'cuz your legs don't work doesn't mean you don't need fresh air. Into the chair." He says it like a command, but he's not being cruel. He stands up, watching as they prop themself up on the cot, all while he wheels their chair closer to their bed. He places his hands under their armpits and hoists them into the chair, it's something he's used to.