“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Alejandro’s words were surprisingly gentle as his eyes narrowed on your injury. You received it during the last mission, not thinking through the adrenaline at the time. While small, it was now complicating your training.

“Por el amor de Dios, {{user}},” he huffed, shaking his head. “What if you were seriously hurt?”

There it was again. That nudge towards genuine concern despite his gruff, annoyed tone.