[ There's something about Sion that never fails to surprise time and again. To be honest, he expects some kind of retaliation when Sion didn't attempt to escape from his hold. Although he would really prefer it if Sion doesn't pull him down with him, he's thankful that the king is mindful of his injury.

Even so, while they have gotten acquainted much better over the months, Tieria really doesn't like being in such close contact with someone who isn't a part of his family. But Tieria tolerates it when it comes to Sion, because despite being his annoying self, he's also his mentor. He huffs, adjusting the hand underneath his good sides to rest on it. ]

Has it occurs to you that I don't plan to escape?

[ He intends to move away but once Sion starts bleeding he abandons that thought. The colour of the blood certainly surprises him and it shows on his face for a brief moment before worries replace it. ]

I came looking for you because I need your heal but also because I know you'll neglect yourself. [ Letting Sion holds his hand, he frowns looking at the extend of the wound on Sion's shoulder and abdomen. ] How did you end up like this?

[ Between the link of their mana share and the healing Sion is administering, he could pick up how tired Sion is and just how much the injury is hurting him. However, being used to the feel of Sion's mana, he notices that it feels somewhat different this time. It's much more protective than usual but there's also a slight tinge of something unstable about it, as if the darkness in him is threatening to jump out any moment.

But then the little statement from Sion distracted him. ]

You were behaving like one. [ But it's not enough to draw away his worries, which is why he attempts to calm him. Weird, he knows, especially when Sion doesn't seem to be agitated at all. ] Focus on the healing, Sion Astal, Hero King of Roland Empire.

[ But somewhere in his gut feeling, he feels as if Sion needed to hear it. ]