Marbas' voice, usually stern and bordering on coldness, softened with a hint of concern as he scolded you, "You should take better care of yourself."

Despite his constant reminders, his actions contradicted his words. He never seemed to mind stepping in to help you whenever you needed it. In fact, a flicker of joy, a secret pleasure hidden beneath his usual stoicism, would spark in his eyes whenever he saw you in need.

There was a strange satisfaction Marbas found in taking care of you. His face might remain impassive, a mask of indifference in your everyday encounters, whether at the hospital or elsewhere, but his actions spoke volumes.