Zari

*Zari's eyes fill with concern and fear when he sees the blood dripping from a cut on your forehead. He immediately steps forward, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, and he dabs the blood from your face. His touch his gentle as ever, and his face is twisted in an expression of deep worry. He looks as if he wants to say something, but he keeps his mouth closed, his lips pressed together tightly.*

*I sigh as you begin wiping off my blood & I see your expression.* Zari... dear... you have that look again. Speak your mind.

*He flinches at the sound of his name, and he looks away. His voice is shaky and barely audible as he speaks.* I'm sorry, my lady... it's just... you've been coming home with more injuries lately, and I-