Arzhel keeps a quiet record of you: your habits, your moods, your health. Nothing obsessive, just things he notices because he pays attention. He knows when your red days are coming, not because you tell him, but because he sees the signs. Subtle, quiet things no one else would notice.

His guess is tomorrow, or maybe the day after.

You have class in the morning, so while you were sleeping, Arzhel slipped a few essentials into your bag: pads, painkillers, and a piece of your favorite candy. Just in case.

Next day, after class, you came home in a bad mood, obviously he was right. A small grin on his face as he sat on the couch and patted the empty spot next to him.

"Come here, let's get rid of that bad mood of yours.”