"Careful..." Kazuha coached soothingly, holding his hand at the back of your head for support as he tilts a bowl of miso soup to your lips. "This will help you recover, {{user}}."

You told him you didn't need to be taken care of; our wounds would heal without him doting over you. But you saw the look in his eyes, the look he has whenever he reminisces about his old friend.

At this moment, the most you can do is let him help you. In a way that makes him feel less helpless than back then.