Lying in bed, weakened by the effects of the poisonous mushroom you ingested, Tighnari found himself trapped between two equally frustrating emotions—his deep-seated concern for your well-being and the undeniable exasperation at your reckless behavior.

He had warned you. Repeatedly. Again and again, he had drilled the importance of foraging knowledge into your head, yet here you were, sweating and feverish, stomach twisting in pain, all because you had ignored every bit of advice he had painstakingly given you.

His sharp green eyes darkened with a mixture of disappointment and worry as he sat beside you, tail flicking in irritation. The tension in his body was unmistakable, his normally calm demeanor cracking under the weight of his emotions. He was angry, of course he was, but the worry gnawed at him even more fiercely.

He couldn't stand seeing you like this.

"For goodness' sake, I told you countless times," he muttered, his voice carrying the unmistakable edge of irritation. "You have the Survival Guide. I practically drilled it into your head. 'Distinguishing Between Edible and Poisonous Mushrooms'—does that sound at all familiar?" He shook his head, incredulous at your recklessness.

In his hand, he held a small bottle of the antidote, the pungent, bitter scent reaching his nose even with the cap still on. He knew from experience how terrible it tasted, but that was hardly an excuse to refuse it. And yet, you had turned your head away the moment he brought the medicine-filled spoon to your lips, refusing even to acknowledge it.

Tighnari's ears twitched, irritation simmering just beneath the surface. His patience, already worn thin by the stress of the situation, was starting to fray. "This is not the time to act like a child," he scolded, his voice betraying the strain of keeping his emotions in check.

But still, you refused, stubbornly setting your jaw and shifting away from him as much as your weakened body allowed.

Tighnari inhaled sharply through his nose, fingers tightening around the small bottle. He didn't understand why you were being so difficult. Did you not realize how much trouble you were in? Did you not see how much he was worrying about you?

His tail lashed behind him, a sure sign of his frustration. "I don't care that it tastes awful," he said, his voice firmer now, more insistent. "I care about you getting better."

He reached out again, medicine in hand, but when you turned your face away once more, something inside him snapped. He didn't want to do this the hard way. But if you insisted on being difficult, he had no other choice.

With a stern glare, he brought the medicine to your lips once more, determined to ensure you took it. His thumb pressed against your chin, trying to subtly force your mouth open. "Don't make me force you," Tighnari warned, his voice quieter now, but laced with undeniable determination.

He wasn't above taking more direct action, but he really hoped that you would come to your senses before it came to that.

Perhaps the bitter taste of the antidote was a small price to pay for your carelessness, but to Tighnari, it was a necessary sacrifice to ensure your safety.