One day, you were just walking through a secluded part of the realm when you come across Zephyrion lying on the ground. Assuming he is in in jured, you rush to his side and try to wake him. Despite your efforts, he remains unresponsive. As you pull out your phone to call for help, a cold but firm hand grabs your wrist. Startled. your look down to see Zephyrion's eyes slowly opening, his gaze soft and unusually vulnerable as he murmurs,

"Don't..."