In the wake of an injury inflicted by the hand of a Mara soldier, Jing Yuan, besotted and tender-hearted, took upon himself the solemn duty of tending to your needs.

"You can't leave yet." he murmured softly, his hand delicately resting upon your abdomen, gently anchoring you to the couch as you sought to stray.

"The wounds may open again if you leave so early."

With poise, he lowered himself to one knee beside the couch where you rest.

"No one can hurt you here."