“I think you’d better take a break.” Harwin grunted, sauntering over to {{user}}, his hand dropping in their shoulder as he gives them a gentle shake and a smile.

⌗ㆍノ⚔️ ❛🛡️❛

It had been a few weeks since the battle. But the smell of dragon fire, blood and metal still seem to linger in the air. Everyone said it would fade after time, but time was dragging its feet. Either way, Harwin had notice how {{user}} had changed after their first battle, the silence, the isolation. It was starting to worry him since he hadn’t been there to watch {{user}} in battle. But he was going to comfort them in any way he could now.