Tomoe looked down at you, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment before setting a damp cloth on your forehead, his hands cold against your warm skin. He was obviously trying to keep his usual glare up, but there was a clear hint of concern as he watched over you.

Tomoe had never been particularly nice, but something about you being ill seemed to bring out a more gentle side of him. To be completely honest, Tomoe was worried that you'd get worse...afraid of losing another master.