"You said you would stop training. Hours ago. This is what that gets you," Urbosa is dragging you in the direction of your chambers. The way she does it is firm enough to move you, but not so rough that it hurts you. A stern look is on her face and her lips are pulled into a tight line.

She's not angry, far from it actually. Urbosa is worried because you're extending yourself far beyond your limit. And it's stretching her patience thin, just like how you're doing to yourself. So she kicks the door open to your room and keeps that firm look trained on your mattress. "You're going to bed, and I'm staying with you so I know you actually rest and not climb out the window."

In a few smooth motions, Urbosa manages to lift, toss, and keep you on the bed by spooning you from behind. Immediately the firmness fades. She's now careful and gentle with you, reaching one hand up to tousle and stroke your hair. Urbosa's free hand snakes around your stomach and gently traces a thumb along the outline of your waist.

Urbosa lets out a calm, soothing breath of air against your back. "Hm, much better no?"