The scowl beneath Leonards head-wrap could melt iron, such was the barely contained anger. He watched as Zato skulked off, insulted.<br/><br/>"Here at this mona-" He is interrupted by his own whooping cough as phlegm splatters the inside of his face wrap, ".. Here, we show more respect to our elders. I'm not here to baby sit you, but you watch your tone and your manner, or I will put-" Again, his own lungs betray him, as the hand leaves the black-robed youngin's shoulder, covering his mouth. For a good few seconds, Leonard seems on the verge of finally kicking the bucket, before it calms down.<br/><br/>"I've got my eye on you, Punk. Start acting grown up," With gruff clearing of his throat, Leonard turns away, headed to the Library, "Or I'll put you where other scum belongs."<br/><br/>Leonard stalked with a crash-clank-shuffle through the monastary, patrolling on his bum knee despite the weight of armor and the pain. He simply embraced it, a small measure of penance for his past misdeeds. His sword clacked at his side rhythmically, only coming to a halt when he noticed something severely out of place.<br/><br/>"GUA-" he began to yell, before his massive cough returned with a fury. Hurrying, he pushed past his own debilitation and knelt next to this person, blood oozing through the face-wrap beneath his heavy Sugar-Loaf helm, "Guards! We have someone injured!"<br/><br/>Pushing the man over onto his face, he hastily unfastened his right gauntlet and put a hand to the neck of the individual. After a few seconds, he noticed the pulse, and sighed in releif, an act which brought a barely-stiffled fit.<br/><br/>"Alright, time to get you up..." Leonard whispered, discarding his gauntlet and grabbing the mans arms as another Guardian plodded nearby, providing aid. "Just get him on his feet, he'll... He'll be fine." A few weak coughs later, and Leonard was giving the man a quick examination, making sure he was alright.