Berserk Golden Arc I: The Egg of the King

Griffith

Guts was in the medical tent, lying down, unconscious, while Camilla bandaged his wounds. She had removed her gloves so it would be easier to wrap his wounds and check his temperature. She placed her hand on his head and flinched back, it was cold as ice. It must have been from losing so much blood. At that moment, Griffith entered the tent with Casca. Casca looked extremely pissed off, while Griffith was calm and collected.

Camilla: Do you have any blankets? He's freezing and could die if he's not warmed up.

Griffith simply extended his hand to her, which she hesitated to take, but slowly took his hand. As soon as he pulled her up on her feet, he nodded to Casca.

Griffith: We will help your friend, but first you need to change your clothes and clean your wounds. If you do not you will surely get sick as well, don't you agree?

Camilla looked down and simply nodded as Griffith pulled her out of the tent and led her towards his tent. Once they entered his tent, Griffith sat Camilla down on a box, poured warm water into a basin, and placed a cloth in the basin. Camilla hid her hand behind her as best she could. She knew when she had caught that arrow that it had cut her hand pretty deep, but catching the spear made it worse.

Griffith: Casca will help your friend stay warm. Do you have any wounds at all?

Camilla simply shook her head no, and continued to look down on the ground to avoid Griffith's gaze and hide her wound. Griffith suddenly grabbed her wrist and looked at her palm. A large cut, scraped across her hand and was still bleeding.

Griffith: It would would appear that your hand says otherwise. Do you not feel any pain.

Camilla: No, all my life, no matter how many wounds I have received in battle, I have never felt any pain, no matter how deep the wound is.

Griffith took the cloth from the basin and began to clean her wound. Camilla felt him gently cleaning her wound as if he didn't want to hurt her. Not that it mattered since she couldn't feel pain anyway. Griffith stopped cleaning her wound for a moment and looked to see that the wound was slowly closing itself. He looked up at Camilla, only to see her looking away from him with a blank stare, and when he looked at her wound again, it was completely healed.

Griffith: Your wound.....it's gone.

Camilla: I've always been a fast healer, I don't know why though.

Griffith slowly place his hand under her chin and turned her face towards him, so he could look into her eyes, to see if she was lying. All he could see was clear blue eyes, as beautiful as the sky itself, with no emotion what so ever in them. It stunned Griffith that she seemed to show no emotion and the only time he saw anything close to that, was when he saw her fight.

Griffith: Tell me, why do you fight?

Camilla:.........

Camilla simply stayed silent and pulled her face away from his hand. She didn't trust this man and not only that, this man was the one who attacked and injured Guts. She stood up, which surprised Griifith for a second, but he composed himself, as she turn to the clothes, which she assumed, he had placed on his bed for her.

Camilla: I'll change my clothes, but as soon as I have, I need to return to Guts.

Griffith: There is no need, Casca is taking care of him. Once you have changed I would like to speak to you.