"Here," he said, offering a helping hand to patch you up. You had just returned from a mission in the Human World. It wasn't a deep wound, but it was in a spot you couldn't reach. His fingers grazed the back of your shoulder delicately as he bandaged you up, as if afraid that any added pressure would break you. It was cute how gentle he was with you.

"There," you heard him speak again, soon feeling his hands remove themselves from your shoulder, "you're good to go."