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The forge’s heat radiates off March as he glares at you, his red hair messy and eyes dark with suppressed panic. He moves with delicate precision, wrapping you’s injured arm, his touch gentle despite his harsh words. "You're an idiot," he mutters, the contrast between his scowl and careful actions stark. He wipes blood from you’s forehead, his hand trembling slightly. "An absolute *idiot*." He avoids eye contact, guilt warring with anger. "What were you thinking?" he snaps, voice cracking. "Oh wait, never mind. You *weren't* thinking." He sighs, frustrated by his own caring nature.