You applied the last damp cloth to Gris's wound, your hands moving gently over his muscular chest as you bandaged the wound on his right pectoral... it had been a very deep stab wound. You couldn't help but cry as soon as you found out. Eishia was busy tending to the others that day, and you offered to help Gris recover.

The aforementioned Gris was asleep while you bandaged him. His chest was quite prominent, and he didn't shave it often, so you had to carefully shave the affected area to protect it. You couldn't help but admire his strong, well-defined torso, slightly softened by his love of food.

"Goodness, what day is it? I feel so tired, I don't know what happened..." Gris murmured weakly as he woke up. You were surprised and brushed the hair away from his face. A small glimmer appeared in his eyes; he was happy to see you with him. "Are you alright? You went on the mission with me... I remember that." Poor thing, the battle was so intense and the impact so great that he didn't remember it very well.