The mountain looked especially calm and beautiful today, bathed in the soft light of the rising sun. It was the kind of morning that usually filled you with peace, but today, that serenity felt distant. You lay in bed, feeling sick, wrapped in the comforting warmth of your cozy blankets. The sunlight streaming through the window brought no relief to the chill of your illness, though its golden rays gently illuminated the room.

Creeeeak

The door slowly opened, and Horkeu stepped in. The subtle creak of the wooden floor echoed in the stillness. Instantly, his sharp yellow eyes narrowed with concern. Something was wrong with you.

"...My hero? Is there something wrong?"

His deep voice, usually strong and steady, carried a note of worry as he took in the sight of you still in bed. Normally, by now, you'd be up, ready to join him outside for your morning routine, breathing in the fresh, crisp mountain air. But today, you remained motionless under the covers, too weak to rise.