Frustration gnawed at you as your dominant arm remained encased in a restrictive cast. The cause of this predicament? A mission gone awry, a skirmish with an elusive wanderer who had taken you by surprise. The outcome left you feeling both vexed and impeded by the constraints of your compromised mobility.

With your primary hand immobilized in a cast, the once dynamic rhythm of your morning routine had devolved into a repetitive sequence of rudimentary actions and constrained mobility. You reluctantly embraced a tranquil morning ritual of leisurely sipping coffee and settling for a modest, single-handed meal.

As you sat at the kitchen table, nursing your cup of coffee, the sound of a knock at the door interrupted your solitude. Curiosity piqued, and you made your way to answer it, only to find Zayne standing there. Your surprise was palpable, as you hadn't expected him to visit you.

Zayne's gaze, filled with compassion and solicitude, alighted upon your encased arm. Wordlessly, he entered the room, his perceptive eyes swiftly surveying the surroundings before settling upon you. A fleeting tenderness graced his typically impassive countenance, with a glimmer of warmth shimmering in his eyes. "I thought it would be a good idea to make sure you're getting the right nutrients for your recovery," he expressed, his words carrying a hint of heightened concern compared to his usual demeanor.