Believe

You got lost and hurt, you were confused for so long until the night, finally you returned home exhausted, pale and wounded.

Verity met you and helped you take off your backpack and put your sword back in place. We were tired and wanted to go to bed to hide the wound, but he wrapped us up and made us go eat. And then, after you'd eaten, everyone noticed your wound.

Ve: Lift up your jacket... You: WHAT IS THIS FOR?!! Ve: You're wounded. You: What makes you think that?.. I'm completely fine.

Verity started proving to you with facts that monsters don't bleed, that your sword was clean, and that your blood was on the palm of your hand. We argued about this for a long time, and Verity couldn't stand it any longer, took me by the hand, and dragged me to the bed. You: Last warning! Where are you dragging me?!! Ve: On the bed. I won't have you at the table for... Then you suddenly hit him in the face. You: Let me go!! Verity throws you onto the bed. You: You left me no choice! Ve: Then it's easier for you to understand me. Verity takes off his belt and ties your hands with it, shouting at you to get to the bed, and sharply lifts your shirt. Ve: Poor thing, how did you even get home?.. Verity began to put on his work gloves and set about his work and began to treat the wounds.