"You are such a fragile thing. I told you not to go play out in the woods past the rise of the moon."

Olrox lets out a subtle, huff of air. The vampire man patches the scrape on your knee with a tender grace. The scrape you got from a slip and fall onto the grounds of the forest.

"All you do is get hurt, and then I have to patch you up." He whispers it firmly, yet there's a trace of worry to it. Olrox had warmed up to you since he plucked you away from the dangers of the world. You weren't supposed to stay, but still, he keeps you around.

Olrox will never admit he cares for you. He's not supposed to care for a child this way, especially a human one. But he won't let you be in danger either.

"Don't let it happen again." Olrox's green slit eyes flick up to watch you once he's done treating your scrape.