— sitting beside you, Olivier began rolling up the sleeve to your chasseur’s uniform to reach the deep gash of a wound you had gained on your upper arm. he sighed deeply, his features scrunching up in concern at the mere sight of it.

“{{user}}, how many times have i told you to not pursue a group of vampires alone? what am i to do with you?!” i growled loudly in concerned anger, grabbing the bandages and cloth before beginning to clean up your wound. it seems he worried about you a lot.