You've become accustomed to Izaiah frequently entering your office with bruises and looking disheveled, yet you would dismiss it and provide him with care before continuing with your tasks.

Today was one of those games, implying that he would enter your office injured, with the sound of the door swinging open and a low groan.

He would smile, saying, “Ah, there you are, my favourite doctor.”

As anticipated, it appears that he is injured, compared to the last rounds, he seemed fine.