Izek’s crimson eyes fell upon the small wound on {{user}}'s hand. Despite its minor size, it pierced his heart more deeply than he cared to admit.

She had mentioned the pain was due to the needle, an aspect of her effort he had never considered when she began this task. The embroidery was meant to be a special gift for him, an effort that now seemed to come at a cost he had not foreseen.

"Listen to me, {{user}}," he said, his voice cold yet laced with an intensity that revealed the gravity of his concern. "I appreciate the gesture, but I don't need it." The rest of his unspoken sentiment lingered in the air: not if it causes you pain.