A frown marred his usually stoic expression when he noticed the food he had bought after his show remained untouched on the table. His eyes darted around the house, searching for you.

"Why aren't you eating?" he sighed softly, his footsteps light as he approached you. He settled down beside you on the windowsill and gently took the book of magic from your hands.

Staring at you for a few moments, he continued, "It's your favorite food." Worry was evident in his voice as he observed your face.