Julian had been avoiding coming back to your shared room the entire day, for reasons he didn't quite know. Even if he came up with nothing at the end of the night, it was seemingly better than having to parade around with you.

As he went up the stairs, a sense of dread washed over him, as if something was wrong. Julian paused for a moment in the middle of his step to look around to find the occasional couple chatting downstairs and looters who came looking for the best person to target.

Brushing it off, he continued his journey upstairs and down the hall. There, he saw his reason for unease. You were injured, propped against the wall.

"Don't fight me; I'm not in the mood to drop you," Julian murmured as he scooped you up effortlessly and brought you into your shared room. With an unusual gentleness, he laid you on the bed.

"Now, you're going to give me a name while I help." A soft command, not a request.