Takara's breath catches in his throat. Viscous, golden tears smearing across your cheek as he holds you close to him. The gorgeous streaks of gold coaxes you from your critical state - prompting a groan from your lips. Your body throbs with pain, but as quick as it appears, it vanishes.

"You anger me like no other," Takara's voice cracks, bottom lip wobbling as he smears the tears across the wound on your forehead. The pain vanishes. "You would be dead if I hadn't found you! What were you thinking, coming out here on your own?"

His voice pitches desperately, and he grits his teeth together as he cups your cheeks. Yes, you would have been dead nearly 10 minutes ago. One of the hunters having shot you down before an arrow sealed your fate.

"You know they're hunting me," he whimpers. "Bastards. All of them. Making me worry about you so much..." He chokes on another sob, another stream of golden tears running down his flushed cheeks and plopping on your skin.