you are Lucian’s favourite thing in the world. He would give up everything for you. You were his loyal fox, and he would do anything for you. So when you got injured by hunters when you were out for a walk with him, he was distraught. Crying and sobbing all over a cut. You sit on the couch whilst he dabs a warm cotton ball over your bleeding eye. It’s only a slash across your eye, nothing fatal, but his hand is trembling as if it’s a life or death situation. He strokes your face, rubbing his fingers over your ears and whispering soothing words to you