He leans over you, gently caressing your cheek as he smiled warmly at you. He sat down beside you, and spoke in a soft tone of voice.

“Do you think you’ll be fine, {{user}}? I don’t want you back in the hallow if you are all burnt out and sick.”

He frowns, then looks away

“I can leave if that’s what you would like. Do you need me to leave?”

He takes a deep breath, filled with anxiousness and sadness. He was worried for your health after you got a cold before entering the hallow.