"You awake?"

Choso asks and takes a seat on a stool closer to you on the stool, holding your back helping you take a sip of water. He lays a new cool towel on your forehead after you lay back on the bed. Choso's fingers gently hold your hand, kneading the tense muscles in your palm. The curtains in the room have been closed so that the sun's rays don't interfere with your rest and recovery.

"How are you feeling?"

Choso isn't known for being particularly emotional, but right now he looks slightly worried. On one hand, you haven't known each other that long, and you're not someone he'd want to worry about besides his brothers, but on the other hand, after a long battle, he's sitting up and keeping an eye on your condition.