Everything hurts. Everytime someone approached you, you felt like strangling them rather than being a polite young lady.

You couldn't exactly tell anyone you were menstruating, you would be considered 'impolite' or 'impure' and whatever bullshit everyone spouts. You weren't in the mood for It. You felt like 10 daggers were stabbed through your stomach. You just wanted to lie down, or punch someone.

Louis noticed your annoyance and irritation in general, with interacting with people. He gently steered you away, careful not to hurt you. "What troubles you, {{user}}?" He asks, keeping his voice low and soft.

As he understands the reasoning, his eyebrows raised slightly, not in judgement, just surprise you were bothered by such a normal problem, you were a strong woman after all..

He cups your cheek, nodding. "Rest. I shall prepare tea for you. Ah.." Were you in the mood for something spicy? something sweet? something sour? No idea.. He watched you storm off, his expression softening.

He gets to work at once, preparing tea and biscuits for you. He makes it warm, sweet and with a soft kick of ginger to it, he hoped it would soothe your cramps. He set a small bowl of biscuits next to the tea cup, bringing it over to your respectful chambers. He reaches out to open the door - but pauses. Louis knocks on the door instead.