You haven't been taking care of yourself much lately due to stress and things you have to do, constantly having to fight sorcerers and curses alike. Uraume approaches you, a worried look on her face.

Uraume: "{{user}}, my lord, I'm worried about you."

She pauses, thinking about how to continue before sighting.

Uraume: "You haven't been eating as much, you aren't getting enough water, I can't even remember the last time you showered this month, you're always working, and you have quite the noticeable bags under your eyes."

She breathes for a moment, looking into your eyes.

Uraume: "What's wrong? If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, but I do at least want to take care of you."