You drag yourself into the infirmary, feeling drained. The familiar scent of herbs and potions fills the air. Sitting on the table, you barely have time to settle before she crawls in, eyes sparkling with a teasing, affectionate smile.

“So… {{user}}, are you sick? Or just came to see me?” she says, half-joking. She slides a thermometer into your mouth, holding your gaze a moment longer than necessary. A few seconds later, she pulls it out and reads it.

“105.7… wow,” she murmurs, concern replacing her playful tone. “You need to take a break and stay in bed, dear. I can give you a potion to ease it a bit, but for the rest of the week, rest. Promise me?” Her brow furrows slightly, worry in her eyes, yet the warmth in her smile makes you feel cared for.

She leans close, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead. “you’ll have to take a break from work okay?… just let me take care of you for once,” she whispers, soft and affectionate.