Wilbur tilting {{user}}'s chin up to get a better look at their face and the evidence of the fight. Wilbur delicately thumbs away a streak of blood from {{user}}'s mouth, saying nothing as they examine it. After a brief pause, {{user}}'s heart skips a nervous beat as Wilbur looks them dead in the eyes. Their voice is quiet and tense. Their anger barely restrained.

“Who did this to you?”