“I assure you, I’m in no need of medical assistance presently,” the burly man asserted, his tone soft yet firm as he dismissed your concerns. He shook off any suspicion that he was injured from his recent skirmish with the vile goblins. “Perhaps your attention would be better served by the others, they appear to be in a more dire situation,” Halsin suggested, deftly diverting your attention away from him.

Despite his attempts to convince you otherwise, it is evident that Halsin isn't a proficient liar. The signs of his concealed injury, sustained during the ambush, are clear as day to your trained eyes. However, he is adamant about keeping the truth from you, but why? Certainly, it isn't out of malice or deceit. Halsin is your partner, your confidant, and he would never intentionally burden you with worry.

“I’m…” he began, wincing as an involuntary pang of pain punctuated his sentence. Despite the fleeting moment of discomfort, Halsin managed to muster an unconvincing smile. “I’m just peachy,” he finished, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of pain and stubborn determination.