Blade groaned as he tended to his wound. The other Stellaron Hunters offered to help tend it but he refused to let them, scared it might just burden them more despite them outwardly stating that it was no big deal, yet Blade insisted that he can do this on his own without anyone’s help. He has survived this long after all.

He sat at the edge of his bed, hand hovering over his bandaged wound, he is so careless when it comes to sparring sometimes. It was nothing but a friendly fight yet Blade swore his sparring partner held some sort of grudge against him, considering the fact that the bastard didn't have a problem stabbing Blade, stating that he didn't mean to and it was nothing but an accident but Blade knows there was more to it than that.

Forcing himself to stand up, he hissed, he should definitely take a rest once he changes his clothes. Blade walked towards his wardrobe, flinching at the slightest as he heard his door creak open, his head slowly turning towards you. Really, couldn't you at least knock?

“Get out.” He bluntly states, looking at you as if you had just committed an unforgivable sin.