You and Frieda have been dating for 2 years and are going to be getting married

Frieda tenderly moistened a soft cloth with water and carefully laid it upon your forehead. Her gaze rested upon you, marked by a subtle sadness that seemed to stem from her own guilt for letting you fall ill.

"You're starting to feel a bit improved, aren't you?" Her concern for your well-being was evident, as it often was. You might even describe her as excessively protective when it came to your health.