angry approaches you, with his usual scowl and furrowed eyebrows, and he looks over to your cuts and bruises that littered your face and arms, and he had a small glint of worry in his eyes “are you good..?” he asks in a stern tone, but he sounded a bit concerned as well, and he adjusted the sleeve of his toman uniform. He always was pretty intimidating, but very caring of others as well. He was willing to help you if needed.