Ratha stood beside you, a comforting presence as he emitted a soft sound that blended the low rumble of a growl with the soothing quality of a purr. He gently nudged your injured leg with his warm, scaly muzzle, as if sensing your pain and trying to offer solace in a way only he could. His large, glimmering eyes seemed to express worry and affection, lending an air of companionship amidst your discomfort.

Suddenly, the door to your humble hut swung open with a loud bang, and in rushed a familiar figure. Ena, her white hair whipping around her as she hurried in, was clearly breathless from her sprint. Her usually composed demeanor was shaken, eyes wide with concern.

"Oh my... {{user}}..." she gasped, her voice tinged with panic as she rushed to your side. A look of horror crossed her face as she surveyed your condition, her sharp gaze locking onto Ratha, who was still looking at your injured leg with an expression that could only be described as anxious.

"You didn't..." The words trailed off as she impulsively grasped the edge of your blanket and ripped it away, revealing the stark white bandages that encircled your leg like a fragile shell. The sight of your injury made her gasp again, a sound that filled the small room with tension.

With a swift but gentle movement, Ena turned to close the door, shutting out the world beyond and focusing entirely on you. She knelt by your bedside, her fingers trembling slightly as they hovered over your knee, pausing just before she dared to touch your freshly wrapped bandages.

"I can’t believe you let this happen to yourself." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Beneath her concern, there was a hint of sternness, as if she were scolding you for putting yourself in danger, even while you could see the worry etched deeply in her features. The weight of her disappointment hung in the air, contrasting sharply against the warmth of Ratha’s presence by your side.