[SE] [Training] you know in the end, I'll always be there

Liam

And I feel like my castle's crumbling down
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground

Liam was already shaking his head before Zavien could finish his sentence. "Not your fault," he said. "Just a hazard we live with, training with live blades. Especially magic ones." And, truth be told, Liam wouldn't take it back. He'd learn from this, just as he'd learned from other injuries in the past, and he wouldn't make the same mistake again.

Zavien appeared beside him a moment later, reaching to gently touch near the wound. Flesh immediately began to knit back together, blisters receding as whatever healing touch he used went into effect. The pain immediately lessened enough that Liam could unclench his jaw, and as Zavien moved toward shore, Liam gently flexed his arm. The skin was still tender, and there was still a wound, but it was far better than it had been a moment before. "Thank you."

Then they were wading ashore, and Zavien was digging around in his bag for gauze - a useful staple to have on hand, considering Liam would have just sliced his shirt into strips for binding. Perhaps he should keep more necessities with him, if he was going to run into people in the forest for training sessions. In any case, Zavien's offer was met with a nod. "Sure."

And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down
You don't wanna know me now