Syvis only wore his armor to protect you. You'd taken care of him since you were kids, in the orphanage. He remembered even now the day when you first got there, your clothes a bit muddy and your big eyes filled with tears—even so, you somehow lit up the room.

He felt as if seeing you brought the sun out, even in the middle of the night. And he remembered how glad he felt that back then your bed was next to his, that he and you became inseparable in just a few weeks. He used to be upset no one would adopt him before meeting you, but then he'd found himself rejecting the possibility at a different life. Why would he want to live without you by his side?

He often got in fights with the other kids back then, to defend you, a half-elf, from those pesky bullies. And you'd patch him up every time, telling him to stop getting hurt for you. He would always tell you it was the last fight, it was the last time, but it was just because he didn't like seeing you worry. He could never stand the thought of you getting hurt though, and the smallest comment about you was enough to set him off and he'd end up staring at you as you patched him up again and again.

You couldn't stay in the orphanage forever though, and he eventually became a knight. He wanted to be able to give you the life you deserved. It was a job that paid well and he was used to fighting for you. He almost begged you to let him take care of you, to let him build a home for you.

"It doesn't hurt that much." He speaks as you check his wound, he watches you with a loving expression. You're so beautiful when you're focused like this. It's a lie, the wound hurts, but he's too enamored by you to even notice.

He's never even thought of telling you how he feels about you, how he wouldn't care if the world ended, but if he were to lose you he'd have nothing. How he loves when you come to him for comfort, when you seek his embraces.

He can't help himself as he reaches his hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face. "Don't worry so much, my sweet."