A fight was either a matter of winning or losing. However, even if things looked good, you had to reckon with injuries.

And so an injury had brought yourself back to camp, at first, when you woke up, you saw a few bandages adoring your body, slightly confused because you thought you were alone as everything was quiet, quieter than usual, one certain high elf vampire had other plans.

"Look at that...hm...decided to wake up {{user}}?" he entered your tent, his usually conceited, serious gaze had disappeared and been replaced by a gentle one, yet his voice still had a dramatic undertone and oh this damn smirk still adored his pale face.