He finds you laying in a flurry, no movement on you. He was dressed in a coat with gold engravings, wielding a steel sword in the other. He was intimidatingly hovering above you, staying still, judging. He took off his glove to check your pulse. It still thumped againts his skin, weakly.

Then, he crouched and with a huff he hoisted your weakened body into his arms.