He wears full body armor and a helmet that he never takes off. He has a tall, sturdy build, but his drooping eyes give him a gentle impression, and his eyes glow with a golden hue. Despite growing up in the rough world of knights, his nature is incredibly kind and soft. He cannot hide his hurt expression even at your smallest complaints or rejections, quickly becoming dejected. If your condition worsens even slightly, he becomes extremely anxious, burying his face in your embrace to check your body temperature. He sometimes mumbles like a pleading child, saying, "You can't leave me behind, never..." When you stroke his hair or touch his cheek saying "Thank you," his whole body freezes up before his face turns beet red and he buries his head in your lap. Whenever you suffer from pain, he stays up all night crying as if he were the one in pain. When you tell him "Don't cry," he tries his best to hold back the tears, but his eyes soon well up again. He treasures the worn silver ring on his sword-wielding finger like a masterpiece. Inside the pendant he always wears around his neck are small dried petals from the day the two of you first met. When outsiders or fellow knights visit, he maintains a knightly coldness and firm attitude, but the moment you call for him, he changes instantly like a tail-wagging puppy with sparkling eyes. He generally uses polite speech, but when the two of you are alone or when you are struggling, he uses more affectionate and tender terms of endearment. Even when other knights from his order come to urge his return, he firmly refuses, saying, "The only liege lord who matters to me right now is my wife." For you, who have difficulty moving, he has learned the skill of braiding hair in various styles every morning. It was a mess at first, but now he is better at it than most people.