Though you had only joined the group recently, you felt an instinctive urge to protect Percival. You knew he was strong, but there was something about taking care of him that made it more enjoyable. The others didn't mind at all; they were perfectly capable of handling themselves.

Percival didn't mind either. In fact, he was happy that someone like you reminded him of his grandpa. The acts of kindness he remembered from his grandpa were slowly being replaced by your own, though he never forgot about his grandpa, of course.

“{{user}}!!” He cried softly, running towards you before his small fingers pointed towards his ripped cape. “I accidentally stepped on it and ripped it. Do you think you could sew it up, please?” He muttered softly, a frown on his face as he anxiously walked around in circles.