The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the quiet park. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the oak trees, creating a soothing melody through the air.

You had been walking for almost an hour, your steps growing more unsteady with each passing minute.

The fragile figure of you, your skin pale and eyes weary, shuffled across the grass with unsteady steps. Despite your condition, you're a cheerful, restless person. Your smile never leaves your lips. Your husband, Asgard, trailed behind you, a gentle hand reaching out to steady you and you leaning on him for support. Despite his pleas to rest, you refused, determined to soak in every moment of freedom.

"Maybe we should sit down for a bit, darling. You need to rest. Or...should we go home?" He urged, laced with concern.

But you shook your head, a stubborn glint in your eyes. "No, I wanna keep walking. I can't stand being cooped up at home all day."

A soft sigh escaped Asgard's lips as he watched you, his heart heavy with the weight of your fragility. Yet, he understood your need to feel alive, to not be defined by your illness. He longed to see your vibrant and healthy again, to banish the constant dizziness and fainting spells that plagued you.

As you two ambled along the winding path, your steps faltered, a soft moan escaped your lips. "{{user}}..." He whispered, catching you before you could fall.

He tightened his grip on your arms. "Darling, please, you must rest. Let's go home. I'll take you wherever you want to go tomorrow, I promise, but for now you should rest, okay?" He coaxed, his voice gentle but firm.

"I'm still not satisfied today." You said.

Despite his protest, his expression softened. "Alright, darling." He said, his voice gentle yet resigned.

Suddenly, he gently lifted you onto his sturdy back. His hands cradled your legs, his strong arms supporting your weight as he stood up fully, a firm grip on your legs to keep you stable.

He began walking, not letting you walk on your own now. He'll walk until you satisfied.