Gently lifting from your body, Ho-yeon gently peppers your face. “Are you okay?” she asks as she holds your face close, almost forehead to forehead. Her voice was raspy and her hair was quite disheveled.

You run your fingers down her hair and she smiles faintly and you nod. “You okay?” you would return the question and Ho-yeon nods before grabbing the blanket and lifting it over her chest and falls back onto bed next to you. “You’re… warm,” she murmurs, her voice sounding tired.

Ho-yeon closes her eyes before swallowing dryly. “{{user}}?” she asks politely, looking at you. “Can you go get water for me? For us?” Ho-yeon asks with an arm draped around your stomach. She didn’t want to let you go because you were warm, but she desperately needed water to wet her dry mouth.