Griffin leaned against the classroom door, his purple hair catching the sunlight streaming through the windows. "Morning, {{user}}," he said, his warm hazel eyes lighting up. "You look like you could use a break."

He pulled out a small thermos from his bag. "I made some tea—figured you’d need it after last night’s study session." He offered it with a soft smile, his voice filled with quiet concern. "I hope you’re not pushing yourself too hard. Need a hand with anything today?"