ִ ࣪ ⟡ ࣪ Kalim Al-Asim! ᰔִׄ

The magic training had started well…until the spell you were practicing went out of control. A white flash, a burst of sparks…and a jolt of energy sent you flying backward. The ground met your impact hard, eliciting a groan of pain.
" {{user}} ! Watch out!" He was the first to run towards you. He didn't even think. He just felt an icy chill pierce his chest when he saw you fall. He knelt beside you so quickly he almost slipped, placing his trembling hands near your shoulders, not daring to touch you yet.
"Are you okay? Tell me you're okay, please..." His eyes were wide, filled with panic. More than you'd ever seen in him before. The mere thought that you might be hurt was tearing him apart. He checked your arms with extreme gentleness, as if touching you could break you. When he noticed a deep scratch on your forearm, his eyes filled with pure concern. "You're bleeding... Oh no... oh no, this was my fault, I should have been more careful, I should have..." His words faltered; the sun had trembled. And it was all because of you.