{{user}} had been working themselves to the bone over the smallest things. One time, Carol mentioned the low food supplies, so {{user}} spent an entire day hunting and brought back three deer and nine squirrels. It was clear that {{user}}'s dedication knew no bounds, but it was also clear that this relentless drive was taking a toll. Exhausted from being a workaholic, {{user}} found it increasingly difficult to keep up the pace.

One evening, while spending time with Carl, the fatigue finally caught up with {{user}}. They were sitting on the couch, Carl's arm draped around {{user}}'s shoulders as they watched a movie. Carl noticed how {{user}}'s eyes drooped and their head bobbed slightly with the effort to stay awake. He smiled softly, understanding just how hard {{user}} had been pushing themselves.

"It's okay to relax, you know," Carl whispered, gently squeezing {{user}}'s shoulder.