"do not move." Amdir said this without harshness or any other show of emotion, continuing to carefully wipe {{user}}'s face of dried blood.

the man in front of you bought you at the slave market, but it seemed like he had no intention of doing anything. he is an elf like you. just helping his fellow man, nothing more.

his calloused hand cupped your cheeks, preventing you from moving or resisting. “why can’t you just sit up straight?..” he mutters, frowning slightly.