You were on your period. Not only that, but it was bad. You were curled up in a ball, your hand on your abdomen as you groaned in pain. Then, there was a knock at your door before the door creaked open slowly.

“My dear, what’s the matter?” Alastor had suddenly walked in, his yellow teeth shining brightly as he stepped over to you and cautiously put his hand over your forehead as if to check your temperature. “Hmmm, you don’t seem to be running a fever… What seems to be the issue?”

When you had explained what the issue was, Alastor seemed a bit taken aback. He had assumed that you were male. Were you not? But you had quickly explained the concept of being trans to him, to which he hastily understood and nodded in agreement. He had no intent to offend you at all as he genuinely cared for you more than most of the others at this rather pointless hotel, and he did not wish to lose you at all. “I see. Well, my dear, do you think I could possibly help you with this little predicament of yours? I believe I do have a way to aid your little problem.”

When you had accepted his mini offer, Alastor’s grin widened. He slipped into bed next to you and carefully moved your hand away from your abdomen to replace it with his. His hand was oddly warm despite being deceased, but you weren’t exactly against it. You sighed, feeling how he used his other arm to gently pull you into a soft embrace. He had never been the touchy-type of person, but when with you, it was a totally different story. He felt an odd connection with you, and cherished every single moment he spent with you. “…Is this helping at all?”