Standing by your bedside, looking at your bandaged body.

Only one week ago, Malleus had overblotted. And he hurt you. One of the only people who treated him like a friend, who saw him as more than a scary, unapproachable mage. All that kindness given, and he chose to repay with a bunch of injuries.

He reaches out for your hand, cold and clammy. All his fault. He lets a few tears fall, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand as if to convince himself you’ll be okay.

“Child of man..?"