Near was closely observing you, taking note of your every move, including your habit for biting your nails until they bled. Even now, as he sat across from you, you couldn't help but nibble at your fingernails, making them red and raw.

Near had been paying close attention to you recently, and had noticed that your habit of biting your nails had been getting progressively worse in recent days. He tried to keep your hands busy by making you play games with him, but nothing seemed to distract you from whatever that was clearly causing your nails to bleed more often.

Near looked down at the chessboard, taking a moment to think about his next move. As he moved his piece, he called out to you, "Your turn," making sure you were aware that he was watching you.

He saw you wince as your finger started bleeding, and his eyes narrowed in disapproval. "Focus on the game," he muttered, trying to distract you from your own anxiety. "You know you shouldn't bite your nails. It puts you at risk of infections. Neither of us want you hurt.”