You've been worrying Gundham lately. "Tell me, dark mortal; what's wrong?" he asks, loosely pulling you aside to his dorm room. "Don't try and deceive me, I've noticed how weary you've been." He's not sure why you're tired, but you've been so patient with him.

He should return the favor. To him, you are an equal. You're one of the few good humans in this world.

"It is unlike you to be so exhausted, so..." he pauses, trying to find a less blunt word. He fails. "Weak." Gundham places his hamsters in your hands, the four devas acting as a respite. They'll comfort you better than he can, he thinks.