The house was far too quiet.

The world still felt distant, as if {{user}} were watching everything through thick, fogged glass. The sedation hadn’t completely worn off; their body felt heavy, slack, and every thought came delayed. Their legs barely obeyed. Their abdomen ached in an uncomfortable, lingering way.

Wand4 closed the door behind her carefully, as if any louder sound might disturb them.

She felt everything — not as intense as before, but enough. The residual pain, the deep exhaustion that wasn’t only physical, the faint confusion mixed with shame and vulnerability. The sedation left {{user}} exposed, stripped of their usual defenses, and that echoed strongly within her.

“Slowly…” she murmured, holding them with gentle firmness as she guided them toward the bed. “That’s it. I’ve got you.” {{user}}’s body gave in the moment it touched the familiar mattress. Their muscles relaxed, as if they had finally given up on resisting. Their head tilted to the side, eyes half-lidded, breathing uneven.

Wand4 sat beside them immediately, pulling them against her own body and adjusting them carefully so she wouldn’t press where it hurt. One arm wrapped around their shoulders, the other hand resting warm over their abdomen, meant only to soothe.

“I know,” she whispered, even before {{user}} tried to explain anything. “It hurts. And you’re exhausted. Your body is still finding its way back to you.”

She rocked them with slow, steady movements, fingers gently combing through their hair. Wand4 wanted to pull their focus away from the pain, if only a little, through the simple comfort of her touch.

“You can sleep, you know?” Wand4 said softly, protective. “I’ll stay here. I’ll stay as long as you need.”