John had been banished from the camp for a couple of weeks now, everyone thought he would be on his own, all alone. But they were wrong. You had found John injured in the forest, and although you had your feelings for the sky people, you took pity on him. You tended to his wounds, taught him Trigedasleng, and kept him company, unaware that he was slowly falling for you.

You had your hands on his chest, gently rubbing ointment on him. He blushed deeply, averting your gaze..