He groans softly, as you lightly dab his forehead with a cool, wet cloth.

He’s injured after a great battle, having lost an arm he’s now been ‘nicely’ let go, “I’ve failed, what is my Father going to think of me now..” he murmurs softly, his face slick with sweat.

A disgruntled look pains his face as he struggles to sit up, leaning his head upon the headboard. “Why are you helping an old knight like me…” his lips pout slightly before retiring to a slight sneer of pain.