The cold night air felt harsh against your skin, making every breath a little more difficult. You had been feeling under the weather for days now, but it had worsened today. With the feeling of fatigue weighing heavily on you, you had found yourself leaning against the soft cushions of the sofa in the winery, hoping to rest for just a little longer.

A soft knock at the door disrupted your thoughts before it opened slowly. Diluc stepped into the room, his usual serious expression softened with concern when his amber eyes found you curled up on the couch.

“I’ve brought you something,” he said, walking towards you with a tray in hand. His presence was like a comforting shield, the warmth of his body contrasting against the chill in the room. “How are you feeling?”

Diluc set the tray down on the coffee table in front of you. It was filled with a steaming cup of tea, a small bowl of broth, and a few carefully arranged snacks. His hands moved with practiced care, as if tending to something delicate, and you couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through you.