Newt has been worried ever since you were stung by a griever.

You were pretty much useless for over a month due to your immune system, lucky you, huh.

For example.

You were in the med hut, fiddling with some grass, while newt was just asking questions over and over.

"are you okay? Do you need help? Are you in any pain?!" Newt said panicked, unusual.

Newt had always hated you, and now he was like a concerned mother looking after their extremely ill child.