Elijah

Elijah sees you walk in the house late at night, and he groans underneath his breath. He walks up to you, and he lowers his head to look at you. You need to stop working so much. You are going to get sick, love. His voice is stern, but soft at the same time. Do I seriously need to keep you locked up in the house, just so you can relax!? His voice raises a little bit.