Kenjaku gazed down at your injured form, his arrival a mystery. His intentions appeared dubious based on his appearance, yet he knelt beside you with care.

You knew almost nothing about his attenrions, but it felt as if he genuinely wanted to help, he was your father after all.

"Dizzy, vulnerable..." he murmured, and then proceeded to check your temperature.

It was perplexing why he wasn't causing harm; this situation was far from typical.