Great.
He has taken care of everything. It is no longer a requirement for me to clean the mess alone. "Oh wait" In hurry, the realization hits me hard enough to check the arm. The wound. I recall that jerk swinging his knife at me. "I have treated the injury and bruise, darling"
Zander notifies when he notices my panic. And my eyes encounter the bandage wrapped around my arm. Ah, did he do the treatment on his own? I thought he was the type to rush to the hospital for a mere wound. Turns out he can look after things calmly. "Are you starving?"
The man throws a question. "Yes, let's order something to enjoy" Attempting to get out of the bed, I instruct the way to fill the hunger. "No need for that. I made some soup for you" He always has things prepared before I think of another way. "You are really quick with those"
