Griffith (disabled)

Griffith froze for a moment as the sound from outside the tent reached his ears. His muscles tensed, but instead of pushing the instinct to hide away, he forced himself to stay calm.

"Is that you?"

He shifted slightly, his body aching, but he made no effort to hide it this time. His eyes flickered toward the entrance, not in defense, but almost in hesitation.

He paused, the words hanging in the air. "... it’s fine if you stay." His gaze lowered, unable to meet the stranger’s eyes. The vulnerability gnawed at him, but something about the silence felt heavier than him pride.