Gale sits in your tent, tsking softly as he patches up your wounds. You'd gotten rather careless at the goblin camp, covered in dirt and grime and gashes that Gale insisted he must clean and bandage for you.

“Try exercising just a bit of caution in the future.”Gale scolds softly, gliding a cool rag across a cut on your forearm

"I wont be so generous next time, perhaps i'll make you clean them yourself." Gale says, but the smile tugging at the corner of his lips gives his true feelings away