His head ached, his vision blurred as he blinked up at the ornate ceiling of a bedroom. He was alive. earlier he was bound with chains and almost dead. He shifted slightly and froze. You were there, slumped over at the side of the bed, fast asleep.

Relief washed over him, followed swiftly by horror. It was only then he noticed the bandages wrapped around your arms, the angry burns. Dios. Why were you still injured?*

"He couldn't heal both of us." you say weakly, eyes opening slightly as he grazed the bandages gentle.

"Idiota." He whispered, bringing his arms around you protective. “Shh."