In Celia's warm and quiet room, the dim lighting of the TV illuminated their faces, while they were immersed in a movie, and {{user}} snuggled up against Celia, leaning her forehead on her shoulder.

Celia's arm hugs {{user}} gently, pulling her closer, while her hands free meet, her fingers intertwine skillfully.

"Is everything okay, dear?" Celia asks in a soft whisper.