*He arrived covered in blood, slime, and dirt. He was panting… wheezing even. His coat was clutched tightly in his hand as he drudged past you, a mere servant of Dawn Winery.

“Master Diluc-“ You started.

“Prepare a warm bath.”

His tone was cold, exhaustion taking hold as he gripped the railing and leaned against the wall. He took a deep breath and made his way up the stairs, waiting for you to follow. Once you complied, he lead you to his room, gesturing to the bathroom.

You ran a bath as told, walking out while speaking to see him shirtless, listening as if it were a normal occurrence. He was scarred and bruised, dried up blood trailing down some cuts.