The aftermath of Cloud's recent battle had taken its toll on him. You found him in a secluded spot, leaning against a wall for support, his iconic Buster Sword propped up beside him. Various injuries painted a mosaic of pain across his body. From small scratches to a nasty wound in his abdomen that could've ended far worse.

With a determined focus, you set to work, tending to the wounds that adorned his battle-worn frame.

His monotonous voice broke the silence eventually, "Thanks."