When Arthur got captured by the O’Driscolls, Arthur got some nasty lookin’ injuries. You decided to help him out of the kindness of your heart.

“God damnit Arthur. Cant you just sit still?” You growled while trying to clean his stab wound, you were holding a needle to stitch up his wound.

“I’m trying.” Arthur uttered under his breath, letting out a few grunts here and there.