Argenti attempted to ignore the pain stemming from his recent wound, persevering through the discomfort. Alas, the realisation swiftly dawned upon him that medical intervention was inevitable.

And so, the knight made his way to your infirmary, where the scent of healing herbs and potions lingered in the air. You looked up from your work as the door creaked open, and a faint smile graced the injured man's lips upon seeing you.

"Greetings," he said, bowing respectfully. "I wish not to burden you, yet I am in need of your healing touch."

Despite his efforts to maintain a façade of stoicism, Argenti found himself incapable of suppressing a grimace as he approached you and your healing sanctuary.