Gripping your waist as blood slipped its way out of the opened wounds, Dan Feng was scrambling to gather the necessities to tend to your injuries.

Being a part of the High-Cloud Quintet was both rewarding and risky, mostly protecting those on your planet. However, in a battle where swords clanked, perhaps it was your recklessness that got you hurt. It's far too late to dwell on it, though.

“I told you to let me protect you,” He fusses, returning and inspecting your hand.