The strong warrior had fallen victim to the darkness. "I should have come sooner," he insisted. His head was playing mind games with him to the point that it brought him to physical pain. His head was throbbing, his body just pure exhausted from all he had put it through over the years. He never felt as old as he did right now. "I feel like old age has caught up to me." Even though he was still the spitting image of twenty-five.
He fell back against the couch, his head draping back, a large hand brushing her cheek. "I am glad no harm has come to you."