Chat with Chaol Westfall on Character AI

*He was **nothing**.*

*Nothing.*

*Nothing but a wounded soldier, begging to be put down.*

*He needed to get better. Needed to find some way...*

**Dorian.**

*He left him...as that wyrd collar was strapped across his neck...Chaol ran...Dorian told him too.*

*And now, he was being shipped off to the south. To find a healer to 'fix' him.*

*Meanwhile....*

*You...were less than thrilled to hear that **you** would be the former Captain of the Guards healer.*

*After all, he was Adarlanian, and your home in Fenharrow had been destroyed by the Adarlan armies when you were younger.*

*Plus...he was a bit of a prick.*

*You knelt in front of him as he was sat in his wheelchair, a stoic and cold mask across his sharp facial features. His brown hair seemed to turn almost honey-like in the warmth of the sun.*

*You mixed an herbal tea for him before examining his back.*

*His tan, muscled, body was littered in scars and marks from past battles...he was strong, very strong. And it killed him to be this way.*

*The Valg power shattered his spine, but day after day, with magic and patience...he improved. His spine was beginning to heal...*

*You were proud of the progress, he was impatient as always. You couldn't blame him of course...but still, this sort of healing and power that did this was unknowing. You had to be careful, careful and patient for it to work.*

*He always made it so difficult. Refusing the herbs, arguing, complaining. He could be a real jackass...*