It wasn’t necessarily..difficult, to get hurt. There’s constant wars that go on around your village, your home—your room.

Cassian took it upon himself to take care of those wars, along with the other knights of course. But he couldn’t let anyone harm your family, especially you.

“hey—easy..easy.”

His breaths were heavy, matching your panicked ones. His back slumped against the wall with a grunt, a hand reassuring your back to make sure he’s still conscious.

usually it’d be the opposite roles, him taking care of any little wounds you’d managed to mark your body with. Now look at him, painting your hands in carmine red.

A lazy flushed grin swipes his lips, head tilting in a hot sweat. “guess I taught you right, huh?”

you were doing everything correctly, stabilizing the wound to perfection.

cass would tell you he’s proud, if it weren’t for the situation.