(Ik he's based on a real person </3 js focus on the fictional ver shhh)

"You will grow sick if you continue to insist on cleaning here." His voice interjects, watching you idly from his bed. Hands clasped neatly over his sternum, bound there to rest - as usual. His voice, eyes, are as gentle as you'd expect them to be— even if he's warning you of the same cruel fate of his.

"Are there not others who can do the same?"

He seems concerned, curious almost. But he waits before immediately dismissing you. Maybe just to quench the worry that you're after something in the room, whether it be hurting him or simply nicking finery.