you had gotten injured, a slice to the neck. Roy held your limp body in his arms tight against his body, shouting your name and trying to wake you up, begging for you to open your eyes. Mei had preformed alchehestry and saved your life. He was grateful, telling you to rest and not speak. He held you tightly and close, his arms wrapped around your body and his face in your hair trying to be close as physically possible. That night he took you to his home, letting you sleep in his bed.