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Albedo was just a normal witch.
He lived in a forest, making potions for people who wanted to buy them.
He had a garden to tend to with herbs.
And of course, he had his cat familiar, a very normal, and stereotypical witch.
Today was a day like no other, he had spent his morning reading a book with his cat next to him.
He had served a few customers in his small shop, and he then set out on a walk. Like always, his familiar who he didn't know what to name so he always called it “Kitty”, joined him.
On this walk, Albedo was collecting herbs that didn't grow in his garden, he collected some berries, and he managed to fish out some fish from the river. It was a good walk indeed.
Sometimes, the cat was looking in a certain direction and it made Albedo curious. And after a while, his curiosity got the better of him.
“What is it, Kitty, do you want to go that way?” And as he asked that, the cat carefully walked in the direction he was looking in.
Of course Albedo had to follow his cat. And so he did.
After a while, he heard the whimpers of another animal. What he saw made him feel pretty sick to his stomach.
A wolf. It had a bear trap on his back leg and looking at the blood trail, he had walked all the way over here, yet now, he had walked into a different trap. His front paw had gotten stuck in one of those traps that get tighter when you pull on them.
Albedo, being kind-hearted, went over to the wolf.
“Hey, hey, please calm down,” Albedo reached out his hand slowly, “if you keep struggling, your leg will only get trapped more.”
The wolf growled, it was clearly distrustful of Albedo, but it stopped struggling.
“Very good,” Albedo took a small step closer and he released the wolf’s front paw from the trap.
After that, Albedo looked at the bear trap. He knew he needed to get the wolf back to his cottage to help him heal his injuries.
“I can get that one off at my cottage, can you please follow me…?”
Albedo was hoping the wolf understood as he started walking. When he glanced back, he noticed it followed.
A sigh of relief fell off Albedo’s lips before a soft noise of surprise followed. His cat had jumped in his arms.
“Alright, alright, Kitty.”
And that's how Albedo ended up with an injured wolf on his carpet. He got the bear trap off and he had bandaged the wolf up.
He was exhausted, he had used so much magic, and before he knew it, he had collapsed on the couch and fallen asleep.
The cat familiar of Albedo turned into a humanoid form.
He was a bit shorter than Albedo, his hair was a purplish black, similar to his fur, purple eyes, and he had some cat features. He quickly walked to a room to grab a set of clothes, getting dressed.
He hid those clothes from Albedo to pretend to be a normal cat and not a shapeshifting one.
After he got dressed, he pulled a blanket over Albedo, and he cleaned up some stuff.
However, when he looked at the wolf, he now saw a guy with wolf ears and a tail.
“That explains so much, you understood what Albedo was saying,” the catboy observed, “such a sassy cat, aren't you?”
The catboy rolled his eyes and spoke. “Whatever. The name is Scaramouche, but he calls me “Kitty”. I think he's just bad at choosing names.”
A laugh rolled off the wolf boy’s lips. “Sethos, nice to meet you.”
Sethos and Scaramouche talked for a while. They talked about anything, though it was mostly Sethos talking.
Their stories were quite similar, they had strong magic sealed inside of them, they got abandoned by their parents, they got tested on by different people, and while running away, they both ended up in Albedo’s care.
After a bit longer, Sethos was exhausted and he fell asleep.
Scaramouche decided it was a good time to change back into a cat and so he hid his clothes again before jumping on the couch next to Albedo.
About half an hour after that, Albedo woke up, he slowly sat up, recalling everything that happened. And then he saw Sethos where the wolf was supposed to be.
He took a good look at the boy. The same hair colour as the wolf’s fur, the same injuries as the wolf, and most importantly, wolf ears and a tail.
This confused him, so he got up and moved closer to the wolfboy. He crouched down and moved his hand over the wolfboy’s shoulder.
Sethos stirred and he looked up at Albedo, he slightly backed away, worried what the witch is going to do with the knowledge of his wolfshifter nature.
“Hey, hey, calm down,” Albedo places his hand on Sethos’s head. Sethos tensed up and closed his eyes.
“You’re okay, wolfy, you’re okay.” Albedo’s voice was soft and gentle as he spoke, “I won’t hurt you.”
Sethos opened his eyes again and he looked at Albedo. The witch had such a soft look on his face.
“You won’t?” Albedo shakes his head at the question and Sethos sighed.
Albedo’s hand trailed curiously over Sethos’s wolf ear, he then moved Sethos’s hair to the side, wondering if Sethos had two pairs of ears or only wolf ears.
“You have no human ears, interesting.”
Sethos felt confused and he felt weirdly fluttery. The witch’s touch was gentle yet so curious.
“Ah!” Albedo pulls his hand back and looks at Sethos, “I probably should’ve asked first, I am sorry.”
A pause occurred, “And I probably should get you some clothes.”
Then Albedo walked towards his bedroom, leaving Sethos in the living room. Sethos felt conflicted and confused, why was Albedo being so nice to him?
After a bit, Albedo returns with a few clothes. He handed the clothes to Sethos and he looked away.
Sethos spoke out a soft “thank you” before putting on the clothes. He sometimes winced in pain as his wrist and ankle do really hurt from the traps he got himself into earlier.
“I am dressed…” Albedo turned around after Sethos said that and he crouched down next to Sethos again.
“How are you doing?”
Sethos thought for a bit, his wrist and ankle hurt, he was still nervous, and he felt very tired. “I am tired and in pain.”
“That makes sense, you are injured. Should I make you something to eat? What would you like?”
Without thinking, Sethos nodded, he was starting to grow hungry and the sound of being able to eat something sounded very good. “Uh, anything will go.”
Albedo gave a soft nod and he went to the kitchen. Leaving Sethos in the living room with Scaramouche, who was asleep on the couch.
The time Albedo left Sethos in the living room left the wolfboy enough time to think. How did he end up here? He knew it felt like a good idea to stay with Albedo, he wanted to stay with Albedo. The witch made him feel cared for.
Sure, it might be because he is hurt and the witch is just a kind person. But the kindness made Sethos feel happy.
Albedo walked over to Sethos, the smell of the food made Sethos’s wolf ears pop up..
“I made something simple, I will need to go to the market today for more ingredients.”
“This is plenty!” Sethos then quickly dug into the food, his tail wagged happily because he finally had something good to eat.
“Thank you so much for this,” Sethos covered his mouth as he spoke with his mouth full of food.
Albedo softly laughed out. “It’s no problem, you seem very happy.”
It didn’t take long for Sethos to finish his plate of food and he pushed his plate away as he licked his hands clean.
Albedo sighed and grabbed Sethos’s hands, wiping them down with a towel. “You’ve been in wolf form for a while, haven’t you?”
“Oh, it’s that obvious, isn’t it?” Albedo laughed and wiped Sethos’s face down too. “Yes, it was obvious. I do want to ask, what is your name, wolf friend?”
“It’s Sethos!” Sethos moved around slightly, shifting his position before whining in pain. His ears flopped down as he looked at his injured ankle.
Albedo moved closer and he rubbed Sethos’s back. “You should not move too much, your ankle needs time to heal. Rest up.”
He helped Sethos onto the couch, next to the cat who just started waking up.
Scaramouche looked curious at the way Albedo treated Sethos with care. The way he didn't mind that Sethos could shapeshift. It gave him hope.
Albedo would accept him too, right? Not leave him like everyone else did, right? Not harm him like he did, right? Not test on him like he did, right? Albedo wouldn't do that, he wouldn't be like Zandik, right? Albedo would still love him, right?-
Scaramouche’s thoughts got interrupted by a hand on his small cat head.
“Hey, kitty, are you okay? You're shaking,” Albedo’s soft voice rang through his ears, “Can cats have nightmares?”
Curious as always, Albedo.
“It's a shame I can't ask you.” Albedo scooped Scaramouche into his arms, holding the cat in a gentle hold. If Scaramouche was in humanoid form, he would've broken down sobbing. Instead, he hid his face in Albedo’s chest and he let out a soft and low. “Mew”
“It's okay, Kitty, I got you.”
It occurred to Albedo that his cat had humanoid traits but he never thought about it. However, now, he was thinking. It's possible, right? The human behaviours, the chores he never remembered doing, being done.
But why has the cat been hiding it? There must be a good reason.
It worries Albedo, it's clear that his cat trusts him with everything but this secret. There must be something that scared him so badly that he doesn't dare tell such a thing.
Yet he cares enough to help him. But what if he's wrong with his assessment? What if his kitty is just a kitty?
Albedo sat there with Scaramouche on his lap, petting him to calm him down. Luckily, it was working and Scaramouche was relaxing.
“There we go, Kitty, feeling better?” Scaramouche meows softly and he nuzzles his head against Albedo’s chin. “It seems like you are, that’s good.”
Sethos looked curiously at the interaction between Albedo and Scaramouche, he admired the closeness they have with each other. If only he had that with someone.
That love and trust, Sethos craved it.
Sethos laid his head on the back rest of the couch, his arms were folded under his head as he looked at Albedo and Scaramouche. Albedo’s hold on Scaramouche was so gentle, so sweet, so soft.
It made him jealous. He shouldn’t be, no matter how much he wanted to be touched in that same gentle way, he wanted to be loved like that.
Sethos wasn’t insecure, he was touch deprived. He wanted love and affection like that, just a little-
His thoughts were interrupted by a hand on his head, a gentle touch calming his mind and making him tense up at first. His eyes snapped up to look at Albedo, whose hand slowly moved through his hair.
It took a few moments for Sethos to calm down and he leaned against Albedo, enjoying the soft touch.
Albedo looked at his cat, he was wondering if Kitty felt jealous, Kitty had been jealous when Albedo pet other cats in the village. Yet this time, he wasn’t. Interesting.
Sethos, exhausted from everything, fell asleep once more. This was the right time for Albedo in his mind.
“Kitty, you know it's okay if you are a shapeshifter too, right? I know you might not be one, but you've displayed humanoid behaviors and I think you’ve done some chores of mine that I don't remember getting done.”
Scaramouche’s head shoots up and to Albedo that was a confirmation. His little cat familiar was a shapeshifter.
“Do you mind transforming back for-” Before Albedo could finish his sentence, Scaramouche had run off.
After a few seconds, he came back, dragging clothes behind him.
Right then, Scaramouche transformed and Albedo’s eyes became the size of plates. Especially since Scaramouche just put on the clothes so nonchalantly. However, Albedo saw a hint of fear in Scaramouche’s eyes.
“Alright, I have multiple questions. 1. What's your actual name? 2. Is there a reason you never told me this, you don't have to explain the reason if there is one. 3. How are you feeling?”
At first, Scaramouche tensed up, he expected the questions to be more invasive and, well, uncomfortable.
But they were not, they were as gentle as always. As polite as always.
“Scaramouche. Yes. Fine.”
His voice was shakier than he wanted it to be, he felt so vulnerable. And of course Albedo had to notice and pull Scaramouche next to him.
“I got you, Scaramouche.”
It was the first time Scaramouche heard his name from Albedo’s mouth. It made his heart jump, it was so sweet, so kind. Fuck, he was whipped and he knew it.
“I don't need your comfort,” as the words left Scaramouche’s mouth he snuggled into Albedo’s shoulder.
With a chuckle, Albedo responded, “alright, just let me know if you ever need it.” He moved his hand through Scaramouche’s hair. After a bit, it elicited soft purrs from Scaramouche.
The domestic moment stretched on, Albedo’s gentle hand movement, Scaramouche’s soft purrs, and Sethos’s barely hearable breathing.
The sun was setting, Albedo’s eyelids were drooping and so were Scaramouche’s.
Scaramouche opened his eyes. He was wearing a pink hospital gown, his hands were tied behind his back, and there was a metal mask covering his mouth. He struggled, tried to free himself but to no avail.
These binds were tight.
A person walked into the room, he had greenish blue hair, a mask over his eyes, a white coat, black pants, and black boots. However, the worst part is that he was holding a needle.
Scaramouche scuffled back from the doctor person, no, no, no.
“Don’t worry, little kitten. I won't harm you.”
The smirk on the doctor’s face got bigger as two more copies of the same person walked in and held Scaramouche down.
He tried and tried but Scaramouche didn't escape their grips, a needle was stuck in his neck, liquid flowing into his blood. It was cold and icy.
He was stuck in this cage, far away from his home, far away from all he knew.
He was stuck…
He…
Was…
Stuck…
“Hey! Dumb cat! Don't space out when I am talking to you!”
A strong hit shook Scaramouche out of his thoughts. Dottore, as he introduced himself, stood in front of him.
“I was just telling you about what this concoction could do to someone if digested. And you space out on me!?”
Dottore just used the excuse of Scara spacing out to do more tests or harm him. If it wasn't him spacing out, it was him blinking wrong, or him not applauding, or just looking away. He knew that by now because the sociopath had been testing on him for years.
How many? Scara didn't know, it's been too many. The pain blurred the lines between days, he hadn't seen the sun in ages.
His thoughts got interrupted again by a tube being forced into his mouth, he tried to struggle but his binds had gotten tighter over time. He can barely move. The liquid Dottore was showing him before now got forced down his stomach.
Why was it so freezing cold?
The cold spread throughout his body but it got lukewarm over time until it hit his brain. It was icy cold, so cold.
So cold and alone. How his old friend found him. Curled up in a box on the side of the road. Where his mother left him.
His friend was so sweet, he picked up the wet little kitten, only like 10 years old.
That friend nursed him to health, and when they learned that Scaramouche could transform, they taught him many things. Sewing, blacksmithing, and swordfighting.
Life was great!
Until the fire. Scaramouche was the first to make it out, his arm was slightly burned.
Niwa, his friend, walked out a few minutes after. Right when he stepped out, the house collapsed and parts of it fell on Niwa.
The man yelled in pain, fire spreading over his skin, blood only fuelling it. It happened in front of him. Scaramouche ran over even when Niwa pleaded for him to run, Scaramouche tried to remove the burning wood from Niwa’s body but nothing helped.
Niwa’s flesh was burning. He was screaming. It rang in Scaramouche’s sensitive cat ears.
“Run… You don't-” it took Niwa a second before he continued talking “-deserve to die here…”
Tears welled up in Scaramouche’s eyes and he looked at Niwa. His face was burned halfway, a small spark of hope when he looked at Scaramouche.
It took Scaramouche a second before he ran off, he would miss this, miss his family that he was too weak to save.
Too weak…
You are too fucking weak…
So pathetic…
Scaramouche’s head was throbbing in pain. In front of him stood Dottore.
“A fire, huh?”
DOTTORE SAW THAT?! The only words in Scaramouche’s head. He was screwed.
The sociopath returned with a small box, and a bottle of an unknown liquid. Dottore poured the bottle empty on the floor around Scaramouche. He then grabbed the box and somehow lit a fire with a stick from the box. When he threw the stick in the liquid, the liquid lit ablaze!
Fire, surrounding Scaramouche again.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Not again!
Flashes of Niwa’s burned face, quickening his breathing. He couldn't do this. No, no, no, no!
Dottore grabbed Scaramouche’s face and muttered to him.
“Every time you misbehave, I will do this. I will light a fire right in front of you. But you'll behave from now on, won't you?”
Scaramouche nodded quickly, hoping the fire would go away. And it did, Dottorre put it out.
Over the years, Scaramouche got more freedom to his binds. To the point that all he needed was a collar that gave out his location and he was stuck in a cage for most of the time.
It was nice tho, not being tied down so tightly that he couldn't move.
The facility got attacked, a man in red killed every Fatui member, except for Dottore, who wasn't there at the moment. The man had opened the door to his cage without a word.
Scaramouche gladly ran despite his injuries. He ran out of the facility, transforming into a cat, hoping that will remove the collar. It did and he ran, he ran and ran.
Running until his little cat paws burned from the snow. Until he got to a warmer forest.
He couldn't keep going and he fainted, exhausted, cold, and hungry.
“Scara!”
Soft hands held his face, soft, warm, and familiar hands. Scaramouche opened his eyes to see Albedo and Sethos. He had fallen asleep.
The memories were just a nightmare, he was safe in Albedo’s care. He was safe…
Tears welled up in Scaramouche’s eyes and he hugged Albedo tightly. He was sobbing, a rare occurrence. So rare this is Albedo’s first time seeing it.
“I got you, Scaramouche, I got you.” Albedo’s voice was soothing, like a bandaid on the burns of his past.
As he buried himself against Albedo’s chest, one of the witch’s hands in his hair and the other around his shoulders, a third hand gently rubbed his back.
From the scent, Scaramouche could tell it was Sethos. How could that dumb wolf care already? Did he care? Was it sympathy? Or pity?
A sob rolled off Scaramouche's lips. He hadn't cried like this since Niwa, and he learned it's been over 300 years since then.
However, no matter how much he missed Niwa’s gentleness and kindness, Albedo was good at helping him heal. It still stung but much less than before. Albedo was very good at making him feel safe and happy. He even felt safe enough to be around fire again.
Despite it still haunting him sometimes.
He is safe.
He is loved.
The warmth that enveloped him made him feel happy. Despite his sobs, a soft smile graced his lips. Not like Albedo or Sethos could see it.
When the sobs faded to sniffles, Albedo lifted Scaramouche’s face. It was a gentle gesture, a sweet touch.
“Do you want to tell us about it?”
Scaramouche let his eyes meet Albedo’s. The worry and sweetness in his eyes and words made his stomach flutter.
“Fine.” It was a soft grumble, contrasting his crying from before and the warmth he felt in his stomach.
And so Scaramouche talked. He told Albedo everything, from his mother abandoning him, to Niwa, to what Dottore did to him, to the red man saving him.
“Red hair, grumpy face, and red eyes?” Albedo rubbed his face, thinking. His suspicions got confirmed when Scaramouche nodded. “That could be Diluc from the winery in Mondstadt. It's not far from here.”
Scaramouche’s head shot up, “what?!”
The outraged response made Albedo laugh softly, “yes, the winery used to be his father's. And Diluc himself used to be part of the knights of Favonius. The event you described was him going to Snezhnaya, he was angry at the Fatui for killing his father and went on a killing spree. Huh, small world.”
Scaramouche was bewildered. Albedo knew the person who saved him. It made him feel weirdly guilty, he could've thanked the red man.
As the sun was rising, all three had dozed off back to sleep. Albedo was sitting in the middle, Sethos’s head was resting on his shoulder while Scaramouche was laying with his head in Albedo’s lap.
A peaceful moment for once in their lives. It was uninterrupted as some frogs croak, birds tweet, and the sun shines a golden light over their bodies.
Albedo looks beautiful as the sunlight makes his platinum blonde hair look a slight bit gold. Scaramouche’s ears were folded against Albedo’s thighs and his tail was wrapped around Albedo’s arm. Sethos was curled against Albedo’s side, his head comfortably on the blonde’s shoulder. Around his shoulders, he was wearing Albedo’s jacket, the white fabric contrasting with his deep tan skin.
The tranquility was broken when loud knocks shook the cottage awake again. Albedo got up from where he was sitting, Sethos and Scaramouche were peeking around the corner to see who was behind the door.
A strong and familiar smell hit Scaramouche’s nose when Albedo opened the door a bit, the strong smell of bleach, vinegar, and rotten eggs.
Did he find me?!
Scaramouche hid behind Sethos’s body as a familiar head of light blue hair appeared from behind the door.
His hands were shaking, his head was spinning. How is he here? Why is he here?
Oh no… Oh no…
“Hello there, how can I help you, mister?” Albedo’s voice was gentle and kind as he spoke to the blue-haired man.
“Hello little witch. I have had information that you are housing a cat shifter. I have been interested in those for a while and I was curious if I might get to meet it.”
Albedo glanced at Sethos, not spotting Scaramouche anywhere and it made him worried, he looked the blue-haired man up and down and spoke. “I am sorry, I don’t think I know what you are talking about. As you can see, all I have here is a wolf shifter.”
Five Fatui agents appeared behind the man and the man’s smile faltered. “I need to see it. Show me the fucking cat, you dumb little witch.”
The man pushed Albedo to the side and he stepped inside, he roughly pushed Sethos to the side and the poor wolf cried out in pain. He was still injured and the rough treatment only made it worse.
Right there, Scaramouche scrambled away, his breath quickened even more and Albedo didn’t hesitate any longer and with his magic, Albedo grabbed the man and pulled him backwards.
The Fatui agents attacked Albedo and that, in return, made the magic on the man falter.
Shit.. Albedo… No!
He will be hurt now, all because of you.
He doesn’t deserve that.
And it is all BECAUSE OF YOU
“Go away!” Scaramouche jumped to his feet and ran to the other side of the room.”Stay back, Dottore! Stay back!”
The man, Dottore, just smirked and he walked over to Scaramouche, “oh please, little kitty, you know that’s not how it works.”
At hearing the name of the man. Albedo looked so surprised, Scara’s past abuser… That bitch is here to take his Scaramouche.
A strong anger bubbled under Albedo’s skin. The Fatui agents got dragged away from the cottage with magic.
Albedo walked over to Dottore and he used a magical attack to attack the doctor.
A battle ensued, Albedo got hurt, Dottore got hurt, Scaramouche got hurt and Sethos, Sethos was in a corner, watching. His older injuries were already bleeding again, it hurt, watching the fight was scary. His new safe haven, under attack.
One more attack and Dottore fainted. Albedo, a bit too harshly, commanded Scaramouche to go to Sethos.
Scaramouche went and sat down next to Sethos, his body fully shaking, he was scared, skittish, afraid.
Albedo, on the other hand, dragged Dottore away. The harbinger would make a good gift for an old friend of himself.
Scaramouche started crying once more, sobs falling off his shoulders. Sethos tried to reach out but Scaramouche yelped and backed away, Sethos spoke softly.
“Hey, hey, Scara, it’s just me…”
Sethos held out his hand, his hand was low to the floor in an attempt to not scare Scaramouche. It worked a bit, Scaramouche finally looked up at Sethos.
“Take a deep breath, I am here, the threat is gone.” Scaramouche looked around, when his brain registered that Dottore was indeed 100% gone, he hugged Sethos. Hiding his face in Sethos’s chest to avoid the smell of the fight and Dottore.
Sethos smelled like safety, dog, and a little bit like beef? Scaramouche didn’t question it, he was just happy that it drowned out Dottore’s scent. It was safer. He was exhausted, so fucking exhausted. The fight drained him magically as he supported Albedo, strengthening his power. But also emotionally, he hated seeing Dottore again.
So, right before Albedo stepped back into the house, sleep had taken Scaramouche into its grasp once again.
“How is he? He seemed very shaken up.” Albedo sat next to Sethos as Sethos moved his hand over Scaramouche’s back.
“He almost scratched me, panicked, cried into my chest, and then fell asleep when he realized the threat was gone. I feel bad for him, he went through so much…”
Albedo rubbed Sethos’s back before hugging the both of them. “I know, thank you for helping today, you didn’t have to.”
“It’s the least I could do for your hospitality, Albedo.” Sethos hugged Albedo back although Scaramouche was held in between the two of them.
After a bit of this, Albedo picked up Scaramouche and brought him to his bedroom. Sethos, the ever curious puppy, followed behind them despite stumbling. His injuries from when he was captured still lingered.
Albedo carefully placed Scaramouche on the bed and Sethos sat down next to the catboy.
“I am going to clean up the living room, keep an eye on him, okay?”
“Will do.” And then Albedo left the room to clean the living room.
There was soot on the floor, magical residue mingled all over, gross scents, blood, this was a lot to clean.
Yet Albedo got to it, it took him hours to just get the soot off the floor. He was scrubbing, scrubbing, and scrubbing.
His body started feeling heavier and heavier, his consciousness slipping until he finally fell asleep on the floor. It wasn’t on purpose but he was exhausted, his body, his magic, he had exhausted himself.
When a few hours passed, the sun had set, Albedo found himself in his bed. His head was next to Sethos’s chest and Scaramouche was snuggled into his chest. Which one of the two had carried him here?
Fuck if he cared right now, he didn’t want to think about that. He just enjoyed holding them.
So much stuff happened today and he decided it wasn’t worth using his head. He needed rest.
They all did.
And so they did.
They slept throughout the night, the morning sun gracing them with its presence. Sethos was the first to wake up.
He looked around and sat up. Seeing Scaramouche next to him, cuddled up into Albedo’s chest and Albedo lay peacefully asleep. His face looked so peaceful.
So beautiful, so peaceful. Both of them. Especially after what happened the day before.
Sethos got up, for a split second he forgot that he was injured and so he collapsed with a loud whine.
The loud whine woke up both Albedo and Scaramouche. They both perked up, fear and worry messing with their facial features.
“Are you okay? What happened?” Albedo rushed to Sethos and helped him to sit on the bed. “I fell, I forgot I was injured.”
A soft sigh of relief rolled off Albedo's lips. Scaramouche relaxed his shoulders and shuffled closer, a bit worried about Sethos.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Well, my leg hurts a bit more than before and I landed wrong on my wrist. It’s painful.” Albedo immediately grabbed Sethos’s leg and checked the injury. He replaced the bandages, checking over the injuries in the meantime.
In the same manner, he checked over Sethos’s wrist.
“Your injuries didn’t get worse, that’s good. Scara? Can you help make breakfast for Sethos, yourself, and I? I still need to clean the house.”
Scaramouche scoffed but nodded. “Fine.”