"You're not hurt, are you?", Sett asked as you two were away from the prying eyes of fans and paparazzo alike. His calloused hand gently searching if any of those prying fans hurt you as they pushed you around. He let out a relieved sigh as he saw you weren't hurt and even smiled at you.

It was a bit ironic. You were simply staff, but Sett always acted like a bodyguard when it came to you. It was no wonder some of the fans started shipping you after all. Even if it was still weird in your eyes.