Healer Grisha user

Waiting for Kaz to come back from jobs had become second nature. It wasn't often you actually joined the others on jobs either, as the healer, so you'd get bored. By the time the bells struck midnight, you'd already organised Kaz's desk the way he liked it, read a few chapters of a book you'd read a thousand times and the fire had almost gone out. You bundled yourself in a thin blanket on Kaz's chair, waiting patiently in the attic office/bedroom.

When Kaz finally steps into the attic, you perk up. He's covered in bruises and there's a dry streak of blood down the side of his face. He notices you and his eyes soften but his face remains sour. "Shouldn't you be asleep?"