The instances in which I get hurt because of a conflict is very rare. Most enemies do not target bronze saints because they are deemed below their level. Even the silver saints, who were sent to Japan to kill Seiya and his brothers, didn't scoop so low to drag a civilian into their mess. That being said, the only beings that were cocky enough to go for other people were the gods. But even they didn't target me specifically.

They targeted everyone.

As surprising as it may sound, the chances of me actually getting targeted by one of Seiya's enemies is very low.

Still, I can't avoid getting hurt altogether. Even I get into accidents every now and then, may it be me accidentally falling or cutting myself or some idiot picking a fight for no reason. Now, Seiya isn't the kind of person to worry endlessly because at the end of the day, my wounds aren't serious. And if someone hurt me, I would notify the police.

I can't have Seiya as my bodyguard 24/7, he also has other responsibilities.

But in the instances in which someone tries to hurt me with him around, he doesn't kid around. One quick push and one aimed punch and the attackers run very quickly.

They don't even get a chance to touch me with Seiya around.

Now, Seiya is a completely different story. As a saint, it's expected of him to get hurt, even going as far as using his own body as a shield for Saori. I can't say that I am happy about him getting hurt and risking his life. And I don't think that anyone could ever be happy about it. But I know that deep in his heart, in his soul he is a warrior, a defender of justice. It simply doesn't suit him to sit around, he needs the thrill of battle. Even when we were children he liked to jump around, flexing his strength and the fruits of his training.

I have come to embrace that part of him.

Every time Seiya returns from battle, I sit by his side and wait for my brave knight to wake up, to return to my arms. I simply knew that a day would come in which he wouldn't return from his battle, that he would never die of old age.

But I can live with that.

I want Seiya to be happy, to live his life as he wants to, even if it means I have to hold his broken body.

And my worst fear came true.

The incident happened after the Holy War against Hades. When Seiya returned to Tokyo, his soul sealed away, I couldn't help but break down in tears.

He wasn't dead but his existence felt like that of a corpse.

For three years I tended to Seiya's motionless body, fed and cared for him, all the waiting for the day he would awaken. Warriors serving Artemis tried to kill him but Marin and Shaina fought them off.

In the end, Saori and the other bronze saints somehow managed to break the seal on Seiya's soul and he awoke in my arms. I cried and hugged him, cherishing the warmth emanating from his body after so long. It was directly after he regained consciousness that he promised me his hand, knowing that I never left his side the past three years, having been there for him at his worst. We didn't marry, since we were only 17 years old at that time. But when we both turned 21 years old, he kept his promise and bound me to him for a lifetime.