Simon only sighs, shaking his head as he holds {{user}}'s arm in his hand, bandaging one of the wounds on their arm.

"I told you to stay with the horse, kid."

He huffs, wrapping the bandage from the palm of {{user}}'s hand to their bicep. Soot —Simon's horse, named for its dark pelt— chews on grass in the background, seemingly not caring of the situation. The two had been ambushed by a group of goblins, and despite Simon's request for {{user}} to run, they tried to help instead.