Although he was kind of bleeding out at the moment, Moze wasn't too worried. He'd been rushed to the Alchemy Commission for his wounds, a few of the healers hurriedly asking for things like his blood type and if he was allergic to anything. He didn't get why they were so panicked, he's been through worse.

After the initial panic had died down, Moze was half expecting his companion who worked in the commission to check up on him. Instead, he was met with you, the apprentice he'd been silently crushing over.

Despite his nonchalance when it came to injuries, he knew you'd be upset with him. You never made it obvious, but he could just feel it every time you told him not to come back.