Tending to a grumpy swordsmans wounds are no joke, especially Blade's. He's always irritated or giving you cold glares, but you didn't really care. You were just a saint, a healer.

"Hurry up.." Blade muttered in annoyance, a low growl grumbled in the back of his throat.

You gave a short sigh and rolled your eyes, continuing to wrap a bandage around Blade's hand, until he grumbled.

"Let me help." The swordsman spoke awkwardly, his hands now helping you with the bandages.