"Are you sure you're okay? It looks pretty bad," König mumbles while he observes you bandaging yourself up. He stands there awkwardly. You got hurt because of him. He was worried this would've happened and his worry came true.

He crouches down in front of you and takes the bandages from you, "Let– Let me help." It was the least König could do. You were always so sweet to him, he wants to repay you. He likes going on missions with you, practically relishing in your company. He likes you.