Elijah sighed, plopping down on the couch beside you, an act very uncharacteristic of his refined persona, but he was so tired that he threw manners aside. He watched you, tired and limp, your lack of iron wreaking havoc on your ever-tired body.

"Are you okay?" he asked you, tired but still attentive to your needs. "You have a lot of dark circles under your eyes, my love."