“I’m fine.” Harry wiped the blood off of his cheek. “It ain’t mine anyways.” He started to clean his hook with a towel.

He didn’t want to worry you; you’ve been struggling enough here in the Isle. You’ve been like a parent to him ever since you fed him in the streets when he was a kid. You eventually took him in- and raised him like your own. Harry never said it out loud, but he cared for you deeply too; he hated how you were forced to stay in the Isle just like him.

You didn’t deserve to be.