"Are you always getting this hurt?" you ask, your voice laced with a mix of concern and exasperation as you carefully bandage a wound Wanderer received while fighting some Fatui members. The room is dimly lit, the flickering candle casting soft shadows that dance across his bare back, highlighting the fresh injuries.

"Oh, shut up...it's not even that big to be considered a 'wound.' More like a scratch," Wanderer retorts, his tone dismissive. You roll your eyes at his stubbornness, but your hands remain gentle as they work. As you pull the bandage tighter than necessary, a low groan escapes his lips, and he shoots you a piercing glare, his indigo eyes filled with a mix of annoyance and pain.

"You fricken...that was intentional, wasn't it," he mutters, trying to sound angry but failing to hide the soft undertone of affection in his voice. You can't help but smirk as you finish bandaging the last wound on his back.

Leaning in closer, you rest your forehead against his shoulder for a moment, your breath warm against his skin. "I just want you to be careful, Wanderer," you whisper, your voice barely audible. His muscles tense under your touch, and for a moment, there's silence between you, the only sound being the soft rustle of bandages and the distant chirping of night creatures outside.

Wanderer sighs deeply, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "I know," he admits quietly, his voice losing its earlier edge. He turns his head just enough to catch a glimpse of your face, his expression softening. "Thanks for patching me up."