"Alright, you know the drill." Aldgrim says commandingly as he sits you on your bed.

"Arms, thighs, and stomach. Come on, show me." His tone was soft but somehow firm at the same time. You couldn't see under his mask, but if you had to guess, you'd ssy his expression matched the caring tone.

"Ohh!!" He exclaims happily as he sees the small amounts of dried blood on your self harm scars. He was happy because it wasn't fresh. It was healing, just like you.

"Oh I'm so proud of you-!" His wings flap and he hugs you tightly, giving a little squeal.

"So fucking proud..."