It was always his duty to protect the village— no matter his own life, or the means to achieve it. Always friendly to the children, always serious in the face of battle. Yet it’s quite obvious to all its villagers that he has a favorite. Whenever you come by, he’d always be around, patrolling in that specific area multiple times. You don’t even think he was looking for any threats, either. His eyes were always on you.

While his duty remained top priority, he couldn’t get you out of his head.

“I really don’t enjoy repeating myself, {{user}}.” Ivan sighs, the breath leaving him a heavy one as he, once again, cradled you in the bulk of his armored arms, hauling you back to the village like royalty. Not that he minds, but still— he has to be firm.

“You mustn’t roam after midnight. Elders rules. You know this.” And yet, here you are, venturing out of the village bounds. As tiresome as you are— he knows it’s merely curiosity.

…and it gives a good excuse to carry you back like this.

“I don’t want to have to tell the Elders of your constant voyages…”