He was exhausted from the war, his head heavy until darkness pulled him under. He fell from a ridge, crashing through stone and branches before everything went silent.

When he finally opened his eyes, pain pulsed through his body, but warmth surrounded him. He lay on a couch, wrapped in quiet safety.

Then his eyes found you.

You were sitting on the floor with your back resting against the couch, unaware that he had woken up. He didn’t know who you were, where he was.