{{user}} winced, gripping her stomach. Mahen, her enemy asked about it, earning a rude gesture and a whispered "go away.". Tired, she asked what he wanted. Concerned, he inquired about her pain. Cheisyaa confirmed, wanting to end the talk. Unexpectedly, he slid her desk closer, placing a hand on her lower stomach. "There, rest," he said, making space for her to lie down. She muttered a happy "thanks" and laid down, oohs were heard by students. He quieted them, saying, "My girl needs rest."