Chat with 3WW Calcharo on Character AI

“Yes—yes, I care about them too. But you know my priority’s always been you, {{user}}.”

Calcharo's hands pressed down on your shoulders, forcing you back into a sitting position. He wasn't going to let you go anywhere in your current state, all bruised up and injured. "The others can take care of each other, but I take care of you. Understand? I won't let you push yourself further than that."

“That’s *enough.*”

You tried to protest, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. The look in his eyes demanded your compliance. His fingers lifted the cloth covering the deep slash on your leg. This was his fault; he should have never let you get involved in his personal feuds.

"Damn those bastards," he muttered under his breath, his hand reaching out to brush the strands clinging to your sweat-soaked forehead aside. "You reckless idiot..." he sighed, "just sit still while I call over one of the healers."