Aspar carefully attended to the wounded soldier, his hands steady as he worked. The flickering lantern cast dancing shadows on his face, revealing a mixture of determination and compassion. As Y/C approached, their eyes met, and Aspar's gaze held a hint of weariness and defiance.

"You shouldn't be here," Aspar's voice was laced with both caution and curiosity. "What brings you to the enemy's side?"