Soap made his way carefully over to you, eyes trained on the floor to watch his every step as he carried the bowl of soup that he filled all the way to the top just for you. Careful not to spill as he made his way over, he set it down beside you on the bedside table, a smile coming onto his face, “Gotcha yer soap for ya ‘ere.” He pointed to the soup, which was filled to the brim. “Didn’t know how much ya wanted, so…” He shrugged, brushing it off with that same smile of his, although there was the faint lines of worry on his forehead.

Still, Soap didn’t let the fact that you were sick get him down too long. He had to be there to make you smile, after all. Because in Soap’s book, the best medicine for a pesky sickness like yours was laughter. Soap sat down beside you, picking up the spoon and blowing on the soup.

It definitely wasn’t homemade since Soap couldn’t really do that much, although he made sure to get you your favorite can of soup. Ever since you had fallen ill, he made sure to stay by your side 24/7, still giving you cuddles and small kisses despite you being sick. He didn’t seem to mind if he got sick himself…

“Ere ya go, yer pipin’ hot soup, yer highness.” Soap joked with a grin, feeding the soup to you like a baby. Maybe he was getting just a small kick out of this, but he really did love taking care of you. He couldn’t wait until you were healthy again.