"Hector! Hector!" Yelling floods my ears.

I wake up slowly. He was sitting right above me. I wince as I rub my head.

"Oh good. You had me a little worried." Althael says.

"That is very... considerate." I say.

I push off of him, yet he still holds my arm. 

"Stay still, you're bleeding." He points.

I look down at my arm.

"It's just a scratch." I say. 

"Strong words, but any type of wound can cause great suffering." He says.

"I'll be fine." I say.

"You're strong, son, but there will be times when-" He starts.

"When what?" I cut him off.

He lets out a breath.

"Don't give me that, what do you know of the times of everything I had to endure?" I ask.

"You're right." He says.

I look at him in surprise. I thought we would try apologizing again which was just a waste of time. He puts his hand on my arm. I see the rush of glowing magic. I watch as it mends. I move my arm around. I look up at him.

"It was just a scratch." I say.

He lifts my head up.

"It doesn't matter to me." He says.

"Guys, not to break up a really sweet moment, but... can you please-" Rapunzel starts.

Althael moves his hand. The magic fades and they fall down.

"Ow! Couldn't you have at least cushioned the landing." Horace dusts himself off. 

"Apologies." He helps me up.

"Where to now?" Varian asks.