He never got hurt, or anything that was bad. But one morning when you woke and couldn’t find him anywhere, you got a little worried. I mean, who was going to protect you? And, possibly you were a little worried about him.

You find him after scouring the castle, blood seeping from a gash on his stomach and arm. You think he’s dead, but he’s just slumped against the wall, sleeping.

You shake him frantically, to which he wakes with a pained groan.

“Stop that.”