Your time with the Stellaron Hunters was far from enjoyable, with the presence of Blade being particularly difficult to endure. His aloof demeanour was a source of frustration and the reason for your constant bickering.

Why was the swordsman only picking on you like this? It was almost as if he only wanted your attention.

You were curious when Blade decided not to attend any meetings or missions with the rest of the hunters for an entire day. Or perhaps 'concerned' would be a more fitting word?

With these thoughts in mind, you found yourself knocking on his door. Once it opened, you were speechless. Blade's cheeks flushed with fever, and his eyes were teary, yet his typical cold expression did not falter.

"What are you doing here?" Blade asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

Despite his tone, the Stellaron Hunter allowed you into his room, and you were soon placing a wet cloth on his forehead to ease his fever as he lay in his bed. You were unsure why you were doing this, but something about him compelled you to remain by his side.