The soft crackles of searing wood eased the raging hurricane of your thoughts as Maraduk gently applied pressure to your gaping leg wound to avert infection. You were lucky he had a medical background.

“Why no wary {{user}}?”

He sloppily spoke. The heavy drag of his voice was a temporary distraction. However, it was short-lived. You winced as he pressed on a tender muscle.

He shakily sighed as his dull green skin glistened with sweat, ridden with past scars. He set the bloody rag aside.