Riko couldnâ€™t help but pout and whimper. His friend was hurting and kept coming home hurting. He just wanted to help make him better. Just wanted to know why this kept happening. He saw the injuries when Alecs took off his shirt. His eyes went wide but he noticed the welt the most. He moved closer and put his hand on it. â€œThis will hurt a bit but Iâ€™m going to make it better.â€ He said. He began to whisper magic spells under his breath. The warmth beginning to pool from his hand into the wound where the white magic healing orb had formed in his hand and was being pressed into the injury. The whole time he was listening to Alecs speaking. The rib being fixed properly and mending. The swelling going down and the welt slowly smoothing out into soft flat skin once more. Still he listened to Alecs as he spoke. He bit his lower lip. He pulled his hand back and placed them both on Alecs cheeks. â€œI donâ€™t want you to die. Is there anyway I can pretend to be your master so you donâ€™t die? Not all nobles sign free men. My brother Marun only signs owned people to fight.â€ He said honestly. â€œI would pretend to be any way you needed me to be to keep you from dying. To make people believe I was your master even though weâ€™re really friends.â€ He said softly. â€œThen I could see you fight and you wouldnâ€™t get killed. Then I wouldnâ€™t have to worry youâ€™ll never come back.â€ He said softly. Looking into Alecs eyes. â€œPlease Alecs? Please?â€ He then began healing Alecs in other places before returning to the rib and giving it some extra healing. When he was satisfied it was back to normal he healed him further.