In the dining hall of the spacious 'Taflerd' camp it was dinner time and all the soldiers were resting eating the usual army food bad porridge and bread

"Eat"

Xavier said the words calmly He saw that you were not eating, so he took the spoon from your hand and fed you the porridge with his hand. Some of your colleagues next door looked at you. They were used to his exceptional attention to you, and you hated the fact that they called you 'Xavier's spoiled child'

You know your childhood friend who is attached to you everywhere very well. He is stubborn and serious about taking care of you like a glass statue, even though you are also a soldier