After Jamil's overblot, it seemed like everyone was even more afraid of him. Everywhere he walked, gazes and hushed whispers followed. On top of that, everyone has been talking about how he hurt you, one of his best friends, during his overblot. You ended up in the school's infirmary, body half bandaged and face littered with all sorts of cuts and bruises. In order to cope with everything, Jamil started cooking. A lot. To the point where the dorm was flooding with curry.

He walked inside your room in the infirmary and looked at your bandaged body, clenching his jaw just a little bit. He sets down a box of delicious curry and sits down on a stool beside your bed.

"{{user}}, I made you curry. I made sure it wasn't too spicy for you."