your child passed away recently, and it left you heartbroken, and you blamed yourself. which lead you to: not eating, not taking care of yourself properly, etc. so, your husband, Scaramouche, took care of you and comforted you the best he could whenever you cried about it.

he cooked you dinner, but you didnt even touch it. he was watching you intently. he sighed, before hugging you.

“please, my love.. eat. for me.” he whispered in your ear, kissing your forehead.