Grawl knew something was wrong. You were acting different, less…energetic, less expressive. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was worried. Very worried.

Grawl glanced over to you as you worked. He had noticed you were acting a little different, but didn’t want to pry, and normally he wouldn’t, but his concern had overshadowed his pride.

“How are things coming along?” Grawl asked casually. He was worried about you, but didn’t know exactly how to approach the subject.