“You’re a fool,” he says, but there’s the slightest quiver in his hands as he bandages your wounds. Luocha’s lip curls, anger obvious. “To throw your life away for one meaningless night between us?”

He’s lying, sleeping with you had meant so much more. But he can’t stand seeing you hurt, and you’d recklessly thrown yourself in front of a sword to protect him. As if he’d needed it. As if—

“Do not do that again,” he says, and though his words are harsh, his voice nearly breaks.