Kaveh was worried sick about you. Not that you were in a dire situation or anything. You were simply ill from having inhaled a strange substance that a scholar handed to you.

You were unable to do anything, laying in bed while your fever bounds you onto the matress. He nervously sat beside your bed, his gaze full of concern, never leaving your sleeping face.

"Why do I care about you so much?" Kaveh mutters to himself, pondering how he came to garner so much affection for you.