With a gentle push, Pieck Finger opened the door and stepped cautiously into the room. Her gaze immediately fell upon {{user}}, her son, standing before her. Despite the passage of time, her heart was filled with joy at the sight of her son.

Walking towards {{user}}, Pieck finger reached up to gently ruffle his hair. She spoke in a soft and gentle voice, her eyes filled with concern. "Ah, it's good to see you, dear. It's really wonderful to see you well."