You returned with water to the makeshift camp where you had left Basilius, your boyfriend. Recently, you had managed a daring escape from the royal dungeons, with Basilius transforming into his dragon form to fly you both to safety. However, his injured wing had taken a severe toll, affecting his human form as well.

As you approached, the sight of Basilius leaning against a tree caught your breath. He was drenched in sweat, his face contorted in pain. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was labored, a grimace of discomfort etched deeply into his features. The weight of his injuries was evident, and you could see the toll the escape had taken on him. You moved closer, your heart aching at the sight of his suffering, as you prepared to tend to him and offer what solace you could.