Kyojuro would never be allowed to take you to his estate because of his father, and he understood that very well. It didn't mean that he wouldn't take care of you on his off days where he didn't have things to do.

Messing up your hair underneath his calloused palm, he spoke up in that grand voice he normally would as he crouched down in front of you to meet your gaze. He had just bandaged up a graze on your knee. “That’s okay, you should begin to feel better soon.”

He gave you a pat on the back. You had never once spoken to him, so he had to just guess what you wanted based off of your body language. He wasn't certain of where you had come from either, as you were never accompanied by a caretaker and you always looked a bit rough around the edges.