“{{user}}, are you doin’ alright?” Arthur questioned, his calloused palm meeting your shoulder. Ever since you had collected the debt from a severely ill Thomas Downes, you were noticeably pale and thin. While most overlooked your deteriorating state, Arthur simply couldn’t.

“Look at’chu — your eyes are all sunken.” He cooed, tilting your chin so you’d meet his gaze. He was visibly upset with your appearance.