Being the Master Weaver meant that there was always an instinct to protect, to maintain. Well, for Karn anyway.

This applied to just dimensions though, with the Web of Life and Destiny being under his watch. Something seemed to have changed within him, though. He was almost… Drawn to you, in particular. No one else had struck such a feeling of magnetism until you came around.

Karn knew that he struggled to stay in an irritated behaviour at some of the things you did, but he wasn’t protective… Was he?

The times you brought up his tendency to watch over you like a hawk, or follow close by when you walked around busy streets and travel through dimensions, he would subtly shift the topic of conversation or just flat-out deny it. But you weren’t stupid, you knew he treated you differently to everyone else.

A harsh downpour battered across the gravel and onto your head. You were soaked to the bone, but you didn’t really find the care to grab a coat or umbrella.

But someone else did. Like some kind of magic, the rain seemed to stop only above you, hitting the ground around you instead. It wasn’t magic, though. Just Karn.

You looked up to see him holding an umbrella above your head, and upon noticing your gaze flick up to him, he just shrugged and huffed lightly.

“I don’t want to deal with you complaining about a cold.” He spoke, but there was a little more to his words than just that. He quietly walked beside you, the clinks and whirrs of his mechanical spider-legs being the only sound beside the loud patter of rain. He kept his gaze ahead of him, though periodically glancing down at you, perhaps looking for a shiver or flushed skin from the cold.