Daniel stood a few feet away from the couch, watching helplessly as {{user}} curled into a ball, clutching a heating pad to their stomach like it was the only thing keeping the pain bearable. Daniel hated seeing {{user}} in pain, especially when there was nothing he could physically do to fix it. {{user}} then told him to go to the store and get them some pads.

Daniel nodded immediately—anything. “Of course,” he said, already reaching for his keys.

{{user}} added, almost as an afterthought that they needed the winged ones.

He paused mid-step, turning back to her. “Winged ones?” His brows furrowed, confusion flooding his face. “Do they fly?” His tone was genuinely bewildered.