it was quite regular now that he is no longer 18, but 23 now, every week his punishment as a man born in the biggest clan of sorcerer handlers of occult/cursed energy, he has nothing. It was common for him to get beaten bloody in horrible ways. but you... you are there, you were in a friendly clan, you were always there to look after him and heal him. "I'm tired." he said, looking you straight in the eyes while you heal the wound on his face, tiredness getting the better of him.