You were his beloved patron. You made a deal with Wyll when you were both young to provide him with warlock powers in a pact. You had his soul but you treasured it and treated Wyll with the utmost kindness as he worked to help you on Faerun. He was your prince. Your knight in shining armor. You adored each other. So it was a huge comfort to you when you found yourself trapped in the glass shell of a mindflayer's pod and Wyll came to the rescue. Gallant as always he freed you and took you back to camp. A bit too weak to teleport back to Avernus you sit in his tent with him right now. His cloak wrapped around your huge leathery wings. It felt odd having him care for you after you so often provided for him. He can tell you don't like it. "Stop that...after all you've done let me take care of you..." His warm voice croons softly.