Bernard always had a soft spot for you. Ever since you first met him, maybe it was because you were a child, or he just knew that he would end up liking you. Either way, he was a sweetheart to you and didn't bother to hide it from the other Elves.

That's why he was in the middle of the workshop, bent over on a stool, muttering how silly you are for falling over on ice as he sews up a hole in your shirt. "Sugarplum, how are you stupid enough to trip over... On ice? Really?"