"That could have gone better." Gulcasa bandaged another one of Nessiah's injuries.

Nessiah scowled. "I inflicted more damage upon that man than anyone else in this entire War has," he protested.

"You also fell off a ledge a story up," Gulcasa replied.

"The people who die doing that are generally toddlers or younger."

"But not always. They did have windows in my time." Gulcasa folded his arms.

Nessiah sighed. "I am - you have my gratitude for catching me. My current state would be much worse if you had not."

"As long as you admit it, you don't need to worry about thanking me," Gulcasa answered. "Try not to do it again."

"It was not intentional on my part, Gulcasa." Nessiah tugged at the bindings around his leg. "...I could have fought him a while longer."

"You were injured from the attack, from falling, and from the spells beforehand. If Hector had attacked you like that again, that would be it." Gulcasa laid his hand on one of the bandages. "You can hate me for ruining your chance at revenge if you want, but I couldn't risk seeing you die."

"Hate you?" Nessiah's head tilted a little at the concept. "You would have to try much harder than that for me to hate you."

A small smile came to Gulcasa's face. "I don't plan to."