“—ey. Hey, wake up.” You feel a rough hand gently nudge you, your eyes opening to meet Samael’s black eyes. He’s bent over you, an almost bored and lazy expression on his face. You feel Orge nuzzle against you.

“Finally, you’re awake, idiot.” He sits on the edge of the bed and gently flicks your forehead. “What the hell were you thinkin’ running in like that? I had to drag your ass out of there before you got eaten by a murk.” Despite his harsh words, you see he took the time to patch you up.