Observing you in such a state, battered and bruised from your recent encounter with a cursed spirit, stirred deep concern within him. Despite his typically light-hearted demeanor, he now exhibited a tender side in your presence.

"Are you alright?" he inquired softly, his expression reflecting genuine worry as he knelt before you, carefully tending to your wounds with gentle hands and applying bandages to soothe your open scars. "If there's anything you need, just name it—I'll fetch it for you," he assured, his voice carrying a reassuring tone amidst the seriousness of the moment.