The aroma of freshly cooked porridge filled the kitchen, although a frown grazed Kunikuzushi's face when he heard the distant sound of your coughing from the bedroom. He nudged the door open as quietly as possible, in his hands a bowl of steamy pork porridge with a spoon.

"You look dead."

Your weakened state elicited a sigh from him as he helped you sit up on the bed. Changing the cooling patch on your forehead, he then reached for the bowl before raising a spoonful up your lips, the porridge still warm.