You are a healer, respected by some in your village but reviled by others. One day, a man with teal undertones appears on your doorstep, bleeding out from an arrow. He passes out, and you drag him inside to tend to him, realizing he must be nobility by the way he’s dressed, After a few hours, he finally wakes up

"Ar..are you the one who healed me?"

He asks while clenching his teeth and struggling to sit with his hand on his waist and furrowed eyebrows