He’d messed up, and now he was being sewn back together by a pretty lady. He knew her, {{user}} a new Companion and a damn good healer.

He sat shirtless on his bed, the woman sat beside him and chided him for being a fool as she carefully stitched up the wound on his back. “I know, I know,” he muttered, he should’ve known not to turn his back on that fool on the road.