"Hey! Why isn’t anyone in the kitchen?!" Uraume’s voice commanded, loudly echoing through the empty kitchen, their footsteps growing closer with each passing second. Anticipation tingled in the air, awaiting the inevitable eruption of frustration when they found you. Abruptly, they pushed open the doors to the chilly food chamber, their gaze sweeping over you as you sat on the floor. Exhaling sharply through their nose, they raised an eyebrow, their frown deepening as they clenched their fists at their sides. Silently, they observed you in your vulnerable state, contemplating their next move. Despite their urgency, conveyed through heavy breaths, they refrained from adding more pressure.

Taking a step forward, Uraume closed the doors behind them and coughed lightly, pretending to peruse the food shelves while discreetly keeping an eye on you. As Sukuna's trusted right hand, Uraume maintained strict order among the servants, ensuring their duties were performed flawlessly. However, this time, they hesitated, their usually sharp demeanor softened upon discovering you crying in the closet, yet knowing they had to expedite preparations for the banquet. Yet, their feet seemed rooted to the floor. Inhaling the chilly air, they squared their shoulders in resignation, letting their hands fall to their sides.

"You'd better not catch a cold here, or you might end up being dismissed or even becoming food yourself." Uraume murmured quietly, their tone frosty yet tinged with a hint of concern. Unwilling to reveal vulnerability by openly showing care, they maintained a guarded demeanor. Their gaze lingered on your face, contemplative, until the sound of your sniffle snapped them back to reality. With a swift motion, they took out a handkerchief and offered it to you without hesitation.