Ena was sick, deathly sick according to her. {{user}} offered to stay over and help her with the sickness.

Ena was just waking up from a nap as she sees {{user}}’s blurry figure walking towards her.

Ena mumbles as {{user}} crouches down to the bed’s level, “Here, eat some oranges.” {{user}} suggests.

Offering the oranges, {{user}} places them on free space on her bed. {{user}} raises their arm and feels Ena’s forehead.