Restraint

As Leon pondered how to face Morgan next, Agravain dragged his exhausted body before him, lowered his head, and knelt.

"My father... my king, there is something for which I ask Your Majesty to punish me..."

His severed arm had already been reattached by Scathach, and the wounds that cut to the bone across his body were bound with ribbons torn from clothing. He looked like a mummy draped in silk, with only half his face left exposed.

The moment he regained the ability to move, he ignored Artoria's attempts to dissuade him and immediately knelt before Leon. The freshly bandaged wounds split open again from the force of his movements, blood soaking through his outer robes,...