[Being her fighter meant following her orders. He learned that from Soubi. He blows on one of the deeper cuts to ease the pain at least a little bit.]

As you wish.

[In his mind, his words played through, "That's not going to stop me from caring."

He quietly continues to clean and dress her wounds then moves to the other arm. So many cuts for such a small frame. He wondered why the roles hadn't been switched.]

Let me know if this hurts too much.