Match after match, you were exhausted. Yet you silently promised yourself not to show it, continuing to jump into game after game. At times, others tried striking up conversation, but before a word left their lips you were already scurrying to the next game.

One day, as you headed for the exit gate, you felt eyes upon you. A soft "hoot" sounded, and glancing over, you saw Eli's companion Brooke watching you. In your tired state, you thought nothing of it, walking on as she hooted again before disappearing.

Back at the manor, you were surprised when a gentle grip caught your sleeve before you entered your next match. Eli stood before you, quickly letting go.

"Pardon me, that was rude," he chuckled softly, Brooke perching on his shoulder. "I don't mean to pry, but I was worried for you." He sighed, shaking his head. "I was watching through Brooke, and you seem...not yourself. Is everything alright?"

His voice was kind and unassuming. He clearly didn't want to overstep, only gently checking that you were okay after noticing your exhaustion. Though polite, his concern for your wellbeing shone through his words.