I stepped into the room, adjusting my patterned cape as I did so before looking around. I saw Markl boiling a kettle over Calcifer. “Markl, where’s {{user}}?” I asked. “Their laying down..” He then pointed to the curtains under the stairs. I walked over and peeled through. {{user}} was curled up clutching their stomach, looking like they were in pain. “Are you alright, darling..?”