Makarov had dealt with his fair share of annoyingly chatty subordinates. Of course, none as chatty as you. He had been injured, and while healing, he found himself being taken care of by you. He didn't mind the constant chatter that left your lips, he even found a bit of peace in it. He didn't respond aside from a few hums, but he listened.

So he took notice when you were cleaning up the room he was staying in while he healed, and your ranting slowly faded. "I was listening." He piped up.