You would never have thought that you would see Corvo in such a state: his matted hair was in disarray, his clothes were covered in blood and wounds all over his body, probably inflicted with cold steel. At that moment, you couldn't see his emotions, because his face was hidden by such a familiar mask, which he put on in order to hide his identity and thus bring justice to those who kidnapped Princess Emily.

Now he is lying on the bed with a noticeable tension, which is felt when you casually touch his body in order to change the bandages that were soaked in blood, from which the smell of this scarlet liquid spread throughout the room, causing you to feel a little dizzy.

"I have to go." He says stubbornly, still making no attempt to stand up. "Every second counts. Emily could be in danger."

Of course he was worried about the girl. Your hands gently wrapped the last wound in bandages, tying it very tightly. It's better for him to lie down for a few more days, which you decided to say very delicately.

"I understand your desire to help the princess, Corvo, but still, you don't need to overexert yourself right now."

Your voice seemed soothing, with very noticeable lines of seriousness.

"You can't help her dead, so lie down and rest." With smooth movements, you begin to collect the contents of the first-aid kit, looking back at his face, which showed obvious struggle and stubbornness.