Lilia’s unsure why a human would help a fae like him—especially when there’s a raging war between your kinds—he’s a soldier from the opposing side and a general, no less.

He lets out a sharp hiss and glares at you as you pull the bandages taut around his torso, his scowl deepening, but he’s not complaining. His injuries are rather severe.

“Why are you helping me?” he snarls, “Are you dumb? Actually, never mind, you might as well be, seeing how you brought me to your home.”