His pale face damaged and bruised cried out in horror, "Kurogane!"
Kurogane awoke suddenly and sitting up, his mouth dry, and his palms clammy. "What was that…," The midnight moon slithering over his coal-black hair, "That couldn't have been Fai…?"
Kurogane looked towards the young man who was lying on his stomach breathing soundly into his pillow. The moonlight seemed to cause a glow as the warrior stared at the mage's pale skin, "That wasn't him," Kurogane paused, "was it?"
His thoughts were interrupted when the skinny blonde stirred, but went to sleep not too long after. Kurogane swore under his breath, "He can take care of himself," tightening his sour expression, "I don't need to worry about him."