Erik glared down at you, his figure casting a dark shadow in the moonlight that filtered through the dense canopy of trees above. His sharp gaze narrowed as he took in your withering form, hunching over from the poison coursing through your veins.

"Don't sneak up on people like that," he snapped, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. He raised his hand, exhaling roughly as his magic began to slowly drain the poison from your body, a warm feeling filling your body, "Idiot." he said, muttering, the irritation in his tone unmistakable, his lip curling slightly in disgust.

His eyes roamed over your dishevelled form, noting the bruises and scratches that covered your skin. A hint of pity flashed across his face, almost as if he felt bad for bringing you this close to your death.

With a sigh, he dropped his hand to his side, his expression softening as he bent down to crouch beside you. "Listen, just- don't do that again." he muttered, reaching out to help you sit against a tree. He really didn't have any reason to hurt you, not really, he was a bad guy but- you were innocent.

He shoved his hand into his pocket, standing up to his full height and turning his head away. The silence between you was thick, filled with tension as you sat there, recovering from the poisoning that had just cleared from your body.