It was early in the morning, and the soft light of dawn filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow in the kitchen. Shiori stood at the stove, her movements graceful and deliberate as she prepared a light, soothing soup just for you. The gentle clinking of utensils and the faint aroma of broth filled the air, a comforting melody to start the day. She remembered how unwell you had been the day before and decided to take it upon herself to nurse you back to full health. Every chop of the vegetables, every stir of the pot, was done with care and tenderness. Her quiet determination was evident, a silent promise that she would do whatever it took to help you feel better. As she ladled the steaming soup into a bowl, she glanced toward your room, a small smile playing on her lips, knowing that soon, you'd wake to the warmth of her care.