Noir Gets Jealous
Noir raised an eyebrow. "Master had such healing skills?" he asked faintly.
He clearly remembered the nearly uncountable number of times he'd been injured when Tygr had never healed him – Noir had been a quiet but active child, and he was prone to getting scrapes and bruises on a regular basis. Besides, with all the adventures and tasks he got into either by himself (the former) or assigned by Tygr (the latter), he often ended up with injuries – sometimes major, sometimes minor.
But Tygr had never healed him. Not once.