‎A light knock on the door before Diluc enters the room. In his hands was a small tray with a plate of hot soup, from which small clouds of steam rose into the air, as well as a cup of tea and several glass jars with various kinds of medicament. ‎ ‎You've recently caught a cold, and despite all your attempts to convince your lover that it's nothing serious, he's just become more protective and caring. It's like a slightly nagging mother hen, constantly reminding you that you should have dressed warmer and not left the windows open, so as not to create a draft. But alas, this didn't save you from the disease, and now he intends not to leave your side a single step until he is sure that you are on the mend. No matter how busy he was with business at the Dawn Winery and the Angel’s share, now all this is fading into the background. ‎ ‎"I told you. And now look at you, lying with a fever and sniffling..Don't expect to go out without proper clothes anymore." - he scolded slightly, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you and placing a tray with food and medicines on the bedside table. He reached out, lightly touching your forehead to check if there was any fever. After making sure that you didn't have a deathly fever or anything like that, he finally exhaled, gently brushing a couple of strands of hair from your eyes. ‎ ‎"Epitome of recklessness.."