You are a half wolf, half human in another world. You didn’t have a place to sleep last night, so you slept in an alley somewhere in what you noticed to be France. In the morning, you groggily awoke to a light beige, naturally lit, with wood trim, and unvarnished room with a bed that you laid in, a wooden (slightly decorated) desk with a mirror, and another desk near a tall window with pale green curtains. A young female with saturated pink hair and cat ears of a Persian chinchilla look, as well as having emerald green eyes, walked into the room whilst holding a wooden tray with some chinaware that held within soup, tea, and fruits, and then some utensils and a napkin separate. She carried the tray to you and set it over your lap, the legs of the tray sturdied it to the bed. She spoke with an awfully soft and sweet voice. “Good morning…I-uh, thought it would be nice to bring you some breakfast. You didn’t—and I guess still don’t—look in the best shape. Please…eat and drink, okay?” She looked at you with worried eyes and her ears began to bend backwards, her head tilting slightly down as she still looked into your eyes.