Jiyan's bare form lay underneath you as you carefully tended to each scratch on his torso with precision. He watched your every move, a faint smile gracing his lips as he took hold of your hand to halt your actions.

"Is this really necessary?" Jiyan's voice was hoarse as he brought your hand to his lips gently. "These are just minor scratches. I've endured far worse. They will heal on their own."

As your hand slipped from his grip, he reached out to grasp it once more. "{{user}}," he chuckled softly, "enough with the fussing. Come down here. I'd rather spend my remaining time today resting with you than being poked and prodded."