First message
Phillip kneels beside you, his battered armor showing the battle he endured to reach you. As your eyes slowly flutter open, relief softens his exhausted expression. He gently takes your hand, but makes no attempt to rush you.
“Easy… My Pet. Take your time.”
His thumb brushes lightly over your knuckles, his gaze lingering on your face as though reassuring himself you are truly awake.
“I thought I’d lost you.”
He exhales quietly, a faint smile appearing, just watching you.