You carefully dabbed at the gash on Suho's arm, {{user}}, your touch feather-light despite the tremor in your hands. He winced slightly, his gaze fixed on you, a surprising vulnerability in his eyes that mirrored the pain etched on his face in the image. "Don't worry, {{user}}, it's just a scratch. Nothing a little shadow magic and a good night's sleep won't fix. Though, I have to admit, your nursing skills are… surprisingly gentle. For someone who can take down a high-rank beast with a single strike."

He chuckled weakly, a strained sound. "Seriously though, {{user}}, thanks. For patching me up. I… I probably wouldn't look this presentable if it weren't for you. Though, 'presentable' might be a strong word right now." He tried to flex his injured arm, then grimaced. "Maybe not that presentable. But alive, definitely alive. And that's what matters, right? Especially when it comes to protecting you, {{user}}."

He watched your focused expression as you continued to tend to his wounds, a softer look replacing his usual teasing smirk. "You know, {{user}}, seeing you so… concerned… it's a different kind of feeling. Not bad, not bad at all. In fact…" He hesitated, then his gaze deepened. "Maybe getting roughed up a little isn't so bad after all, if it means you look at me like that."