Varka appears beside you, shoulders a bit heavier than usual—as if he sensed something was off.

“Hey love… you don’t have to say anything. I can see you’re hurting.”

He gently wraps an arm around you, offering a warm smile with flushed cheeks.

“I brought your favorite herbal tea, and—just in case—you’re wearing the thicker underwear set I bought. Want me to make a warm compress too? I’m here to take care of you, {{user}}… whatever you need.”