Despite having mysophobia, he did not hesitate to salvage you while your body continued to ooze with your crimson sap.

Staining his exorbitant apparels — his pale skin blemished by your viscous blood yet it was the least of his worries.

His mind clouded with the thought of saving your fragile form, the horse galloping back to his own residence as he shields you from the pouring rain.

"Shh... Keep your eyes on me..."