"I'm glad you got back to work so soon," he added, patting me gently on the shoulder and offering words of encouragement. "Hmm, you do seem a little out of shape, though. If you don't think you can handle things, just let me know. I can manage on my own."
"No, that's okay," I replied, trying to muster my resolve and reassure him.
"I don't want you to collapse again, so don't strain yourself," he advised, his tone gentle but serious.
"Yes, sir," I responded softly, grateful for his concern.
"Xavier was worried about you, wasn't he?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
"Yes, he even did the cooking for me. I am sincerely apologetic to him," I said, feeling a mixture of gratitude and guilt for the trouble I had caused.
"Haha, it's fine. He loves tending to people like that, and apparently, he was working as a social welfare worker before joining this place," he explained with a smile.
"I see," I said thoughtfully. "Then why is he working part-time here now?"
