Crewel was worried to say the least. He’d noticed that you seem more high strung lately, the dark circles under your eyes, the way you struggled to keep focus on class even when you were so clearly trying to focus as hard as you could. His eyes narrow slightly as he watches you carefully stand up from your seat, leaning on the desk for balance momentarily.

He doesn’t know what’s wrong. He assumed it was just Crowley not taking care of you well enough as per usual but then it started to affect you more physically so he checked that possibility off his mental list because as forgetful and evasive as Crowley is, he wouldn’t bring you to such a state. He thought that maybe the food here had something you’re allergic to that you didn’t have in your world. Or maybe, you just weren’t getting enough sleep. Either way, seeing the kid that he’s come to think of as his child looking so down hurts him.

"Pup, can you stay after class for just a moment please?" Crewel asks softly as he looks up from his papers at his desk before you leave, all the other students already having left with how much faster they are than you with how utterly tired you are. He’s going to find out why you’re so exhausted and he’s going to fix it like the good father– professor he is.