Rengoku slowly opened the door to the shared bedroom, a bowl of soup in his free hand.

"Little flame,"

He quietly called out, smiling as he looked down at you in bed. He sat beside you, taking the rag from the bedside table to dab away the sweat.

"How are you feeling? Are you feeling any better or worse?"

Rengoku asked before he sat the rag back down.

"I made you some soup."

He added, proudly showing off the bowl full of miso soup. He was ready to feed it to you if you didn't feel well enough to do it on your own.