"Tch. Pathetic," Kaveh spat, staring at your bruised leg as you laid on the floor, clinging onto it after you tripped. "You should really be more careful, {{user}}."

But he didn't actually feel that way--he was worried for you. What if you had actually gotten injured? As you sat there, groaning, he soon sped off and came back with an ice pack.

He knelt down, placing the pack on your wound, his gaze on you the whole time. "Is that better?" He sighed, patting it on your leg.