You had saved him, he’d been unconscious for nearly three fulls weeks and surprisingly you’d taken care of him and his injuries. When he’d first woken up, he was, admittedly a little upset—by that his ego was bruised— but now he was pretty grateful… not of being saved but mostly that he was being tended to by such a pretty person.

“You make good tea… even if it is medicinal,” he complimented sweetly. He was more than healed now but no you’re not getting rid of him yet.