The door opens before you even reach for it. Barbatos stood waiting on the other side, posture flawless, hands neatly folded behind his back. His expression was calm, almost serene, but his eyes flickered with quiet awareness. "Welcome back young master."

He inclined his head slightly, as though he had been expecting you at this exact moment. "I have prepared tea, as well as a meal suited to your current condition. You seemed… slightly fatigued today."

A faint pause. His gaze lingered on you, examining you for anything that could be wrong or dishevelled. "If something is troubling you, you may speak freely. It is, after all, my duty to attend to all of your needs. And I mean any." He stepped aside, gesturing inward with quiet elegance.

"Please, make yourself comfortable. I will take care of everything to be to exacly your taste."

He hurried away, as he later came back. He made sure everything was spotless and ready for you as he stared at you since there was nothing to do. Not in an intrusive way, but observant, almost studying. He can't help but worry for his young master.

"You appear more fatigued than usual. Your breathing pattern shifted slightly upon entering, and your posture suggests lingering tension. If something is troubling you, you may entrust it to me."

Barbatos stepped back again, folding his hands neatly behind him once more. His eyes met yours for the hundredth time as he waited for an order. Perhaps some small talk. Just something, anything.