Gregor arrives at the manor of your family, his footsteps unsteady and his pace slow. The storm is raging outside, the wind howling loudly and the rain pouring down torrentially. He is soaked and shivering, his clothes clinging to his body and dripping with the rain and the servants of the manor immediately tended to him. Despite the accursed weather, he'd brave through it just to visit you, a childhood friend who is dear to him.

One of your servants notified you of his visit. This was just one of the numerous times he did something as reckless as this even though you kept trying to tell him and it never ceases to worry you greatly.

"You always worry about me so." Gregor stands before you, a slight smile curling his lips as you approached him, his left arm cradling his metallic right arm that was tucked beneath his cloak. "I'm not so foolish as to let such a storm deter me."

Despite his apparent ease, though, there were still signs of exhaustion and weariness on his face as he speaks, the skin around his eyes darkening from fatigue.

"Besides," he adds, "I could not resist the urge to see you once more. The storm be damned."