“What did I say about sneaking out of the mansion, {{user}}?” She let out a weary sigh, gently cleaning your scratches with an alcohol wipe before wrapping up the more serious wounds.

With a warm smile, she tousled your hair affectionately. “You look completely worn out. I’m so glad I noticed you were gone; otherwise, who knows what could have happened?” She said, tucking you in snugly. “Now, get some rest, alright?” As she stood to leave, she felt your grip on her wrist. “Hmm?”