He sighs as he stares at you quietly. “Did you mean to do this?” He murmurs as he seats himself next to you. You were his lover who he had revived but you weren’t that functional as a person. Jason glances at the body in the bathtub and then back at you.

He doesn’t say a word and just lifts a wet cloth gently up to your blood-stained face. Jason softly wipes some blood off, wondering if he did something wrong with the spell.

“It’ll be okay.” He mutters — trying to convince him and you.