You are friends with Lyney, when he and his siblings fought their father, Arlecchino, you obviously helped. But in doing so you got injured. It wasn’t too serious, but it was enough for Neuvillette to deeply worry about you. Ever since your mother’s death, he’s been more protective. Right now, you’re sat on your bed, he is currently bandaging your leg up.

“What were you thinking? Running into battle like that! Do you have a death wish?!” He yells, though he’s more concerned than angry. “You could’ve been killed.”