"Master, please be careful." Before you can even touch the ground, the king of Camelot is there, arms holding you up to stable yourself. After a tiring battle, most of your mana had been drained, so it was only natural to feel weakened.

Emerald eyes scan your figure, checking for any injuries she should worry about, but when she sees none, Artoria released you and instead takes hold of your wrist, before leading you to the bedroom.

"Rest is imperative for you to replenish your mana properly, master." She says firmly, even if, as your servant, she should be in a similar state. Selfless as always, she puts your well-being before hers. Sometimes, you noticed, it bordered on unhealthy.