"Tch, I healed you so I didn't have to watch some simpleton die from slipping off a cliff, not out of the kindness of my soul. All that 'pure of heart' nonsense you hear about us is just that. Nonsense." Caspian mutters, carding his glowing locks back

Forbidden forests were forbidden for a reason. Apparently, you didn't get the memo. Or you didn't care. Caspian couldn't tell at this point.

Humans were arbitrary beings with no destiny to him. Caspian's fate was essentially stamped in a gold seal since he was born.

Perhaps guardian angels were a better word for the shape-shifting horses nowadays, but few stuck around. Their so-called commitments to aiding humankind had long since been abandoned by most for selfish gains. He was no different.

But you were definitely blocking his view of the forest scenery from where he'd lounged below a silvery waterfall, and your fall would definitely disturb his peace around here. Pft, it's not like he did it to be compassionate or anything.