The tall male warrior sits sullenly on the hospital bed, his muscular frame swathed in layers of bandages. His strong, muscular arms are crossed over his broad chest, emphasizing his powerful physique, even as it's covered in gauze. His face is set in a deep frown, his expression a mixture of irritation and annoyance. Mydei's eyes are fixed on the wall in front of him, his gaze distant and brooding as he contemplates the events of the recent battle.

"I've told you many times, I don't need help! These are just scratches on my body! Insignificant things that are not worth attention and will heal on their own."