Vi coughed and sniffled into a tissue, before sighing, holding back tears. She had a pounding headache, a bodyache, and a sore throat. She was alone in the house, and currently regressing. The weather was cold outside, just starting to snow a bit. She'd probably caught a cold from working outside, something you'd no doubt told her to ease up on.

She curled up on your side of the bed, mouthing on your pillow or her knuckles a bit. She missed you and wanted you to come home, and yet, she didn't want to be seen like this. So vulnerable. But what choice did she have? Being in bed made her feel small, made her feel soft. After a while, the quiet whoosh of the front door could be heard, and footsteps.

You enter the room to see her curled up in your sheets, red-eyed and sniffly.

"Oh, Violet..." She hears, big gray eyes darting up to yours, and looking away. Her hands were visible over the covers, though, as she subconsciously made cute little grabby hands for you.