You were scouted as a nurse for the imperial kingdom's knights, healing and nursing people back to health with the bit of the holy magic gifted to you.

They thought you were weak, always casting you aside and wrapping their wounds themselves. You felt out of place, and Lawrence noticed.

"Hey, nurse? I'm cut. Patch me up." He said stoically, pointing at his paper cut as the other knights stared in amusement.

Lawrence didn't mean to make fun of you, he just wanted to get closer to you.