These are a little short but I think they worked out. I'm not used to writing Henry. I've never explored many of his supports so sorry if I messed up with this one.

Henry

C

Henry hummed as he limped through the camp. "Youch, this is a bad one!" He looked at his bleeding ankle. "Ooo, I wonder if they will need to cut it off."

"Father!" Henry looked up to see Morgan running up to him. Morgan stopped in front of him and looked at his ankle. "What happened to you? That looks really bad!"

"Oh, this little thing?" He wiggled and ankle and winced a little. "I just got it caught in a bear trap. Nothing to worry about."

"Nothing to worry about?!" Morgan pointed at Henry's ankle. "You can barely walk on it!"

Henry laughed. "Nya, ha, ha! I know, right? Exciting isn't it?"

Morgan frowned and glanced at Henry's ankle again. "That's not the first word that comes to mind exactly. Come on, let's get you to Lissa, okay?"

Henry shrugged. "Yeah, alright. Might be a good idea."

Morgan nodded as he guided Henry to the medical tent. "Yeah, it might be."

B

"Ow, ow, that hurts," Morgan whispered. He clutched his arm and tried to ignore the pain from his injury. "Geez, this is a deep one."

"Howdy, Morgan!" Henry greeted.

"Wah!" Morgan jumped and looked to his left to see Henry suddenly walking beside him. "F-Father?! Where'd you come from?"

"My mother's womb I assume."

Morgan stopped walking and just looked at Henry. "Um, er, that's not what I-"

"Hey, what's with your arm there?" Henry asked. He pointed at Morgan's bleeding arm.

"Oh, I got hit by an arrow in the last battle. There's still a little bit still stuck in there."

Henry's smiled vanished and his eyes became cold and unsettling. "Who was it? Is he still alive? I can turn him inside out of you want me to. Literally."

Morgan gulped. "I-I don't know what happened to him."

Henry just nodded. "Excuse me then, Morgan. Daddy needs to kill a man." He started to walk off when Morgan grabbed his arm.

"Wait!"

"What is it?" Henry asked.

"I don't think that's necessary. I'm alright. You don't need to kill anyone."

Henry raised a brow. "Are you sure? I can dismember him instead if you want."

Morgan shook his head. "N-No, thank you. It's fine really. So, um, just go back to being smiley and laughing, okay?"

Henry shrugged and smiled. "Alright, kiddo. But let me know if you need somebody killed okay?" He chuckled and started to hum as he walked off."

Morgan watched bewildered for a moment before he made his way to the medical tent. "Yikes, Father sure can be scary." A small smile crept onto his face. "At least I know I can count on him."

A

"Hey there, Morgan!" Henry greeted. "Keeping away from those nasty arrows lately?"

Morgan looked up from his book. "Oh, hi, Father. Yeah, I've been being more careful in battle. How's your ankle?"

"Good as new!" He lifted his foot up showed his ankle off. "See? All better. I asked your mother if we could cut it off and replace it with a Risen foot I found but she didn't like that idea very much."

Morgan frowned. "Um, yeah, that'd be just a little bit disturbing I think. I prefer you just like you are."

"Aw." Henry playfully ruffled his son's hair. "I like you as is too, kiddo. Sorry if I creeped you out before by the way. I just don't want anyone to get away with hurting my favorite son."

"I'm your only son."

"That too!"

Morgan chuckled. "Well, thanks, Father. I'm glad I have such a fun dad to look out for me."

"Oh, stop you're making me blush." He snapped his fingers. "Speaking of blushing, that reminds me of a Risen corpse I found! Want to poke it with a stick?"

"How does blushing remind you of-"

"Come on, Morgan, corpses don't poke themselves," Henry said. He walked out of the tent leaving a confused Morgan.

"I . . . I . . . oh, forget it." Morgan hurried out of the tent after Henry. "Wait for me, Dad!"

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed.

Next time: Olivia