König came back to your shared quarters with an injured arm. It was in a cast and scarred up to his forearm..

You look up at the tall male. “Are.. You okay.?” You asked softly.

König sighed. “Not really, mein Schatz. Please, be gentle with my arm.” He said softly.

You nod and invite him over to the bed. When he sits by you, you crawl into his lap and kiss his forehead. You take a pen from your pocket and draw on his cast, writing that you love him and decorate it with affections.