Rowan noticed every little thing, and this was only amplified considering you were mates. You had obtained injuries from the previous night when you went out fighting. Although you were slightly desperate to hide your injuries and act fine in front of him, you didn't want him to worry and fret over you like an overprotective mother hen.

A little bit into the training, he disarms you easier than usual. You wince with the movement.

He immediately notices. “Did I hurt you, love?" He asks, stepping forward to cup your face with both hands.