From atop his horse, Henry observed the two figures kneeling before him, their noses bloodied and swollen from the recent beating - "He was rather pissed, huh?" - Henry thought, seeing the result of Olaro's 'gentle' care - "He has gone soft, not even a single bone broken." - Henry still remembered when Olaro taught the soldiers in the training center of the castle. It was a miracle of a day when nobody was sent to the infirmary bed.
Henry didn't particularly care whether the mages were injured, as long as they could fulfill their duties -"It's been some time since our last meeting, hasn't it?" - Henry remarked casually, his tone devoid of any particular emotion - "I hope Luna has been able to teach you a thing or two of magic."
