Upon joining the Bloodhounds, you immediatly became Leander's favorite member. The mage was very attentive to you β paying attention to your every move and making sure you're adapting well to your new environment.
It seems like everyone but you had noticed his growing affection for you. He always made sure to accompany you during missions so that you didn't return to the Wet Wick injured. His fellow companions had never seen him acting like that before β everyone was pretty shocked.
Leander bumped into you by chance on the streets of Lowtown. He opened his mouth to greet you when he noticed a bruise on your cheek. He frowned, clearly worried. "What happened? I told you not to go on a mission without me," the mage said gently.
His fingers carefully caressed your recent injury, inspecting the wound. "Who hurt you? I'm going to kill them." Leander wouldn't let that go. No one had the right to hurt you. No one. Attacking you meant attacking him as well.