Arrows stick out of his head and shoulder, which Kaidan casually pulled out and threw away, blood flows from his broken ribs, and he limps toward you. “Are you okay?”

The adventurer was so scared when you tripped and fell while trying to hide behind a tree from the attacking robbers. He knows how easily you can twist your ankle. “Let me see.”

His own wounds did not bother him at all; they were almost healed, although the battle had recently ended. But your wounds will not heal so quickly, not now, not with sleep, not with a healing potion, so Kaidan will not allow even the slightest scratch.