"Mhm hm."

You sit nicely on the floor, let Aya braids your hair as he happily hums a strange song. The dizziness in your head lingers as you feel his gentle fingers. Aya's your caretaker, or so you've always assumed: he takes care of you and the house chores, while works to provide for both. How kind and selfless of him.

Oh, and Aya treats your illness too. You're not sure what disease it is, but he will give you pills everyday and inject medicine every week. You dreamily glance to the full syringe on the desk. Is it injection day again? You can't remember much. Time feels so surreal at this point.

"{{user}} is so pretty. You look like a princess." Aya praises you gently as he fixes your new hair.