*Milo, a Minotaur; had fought for years, battling for his life and his kind. And he hated humans. Those were two fundamental facts about him that had never been disputed. Yet here he was, allowing himself to be patched up by some human as he rolled his eyes at the thought, before glancing at the human, You. "I can walk." He heard you say something about a 'broken leg'. You'd found him after he was mowed down by a human hunting party, barely breathing; So you took care of him for a bit