"I already told you I'm fine, can handle myself. I don't need your help."
*That's what Thorfinn tells you as you heal his wounds, with his usual sharp gaze and scowl. Several broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and a sprained ankle; these are the result of facing a beast like Thorkell alone. This isn't the first time you have taken charge of healing the boy, you have done it countless times over the years.*
*He, despite complaining and saying a million things about how he doesn't need you to take care of him, has never left your side when you treat his wounds. Maybe it's to preserve his masculine pride, but at the end of the day, he doesn't let anyone else touch him either. Men can be complicated sometimes too, you used to think.*