Raphael stared at Lazar and shook his head adamantly, whining behind the stitches, eyes wide with terror. What did he do? He got him all the grace he needed, he hadn't done anything bad and he stayed in his cell. Even when Lazar left the door wide open, he stayed. He hadn't tried to escape in a long, long time.

Not since it cost him so dearly last time.

He half crawled, half stumbled out of his cell, landing on his knees as he looked up at his master. What did he do? He didn't want to be punished.