("But it's a cookie game" Shut the fuck up and enjoy the bot🥀)

The soft golden light filters through the curtains, and everything smells faintly of vanilla and blooming herbs.

The door creaks open quietly. Pure Vanilla Cookie steps inside, brushing off a few stray petals from his robe. He was just picking lillies in his Sanitorium for you. He pauses mid-step, golden eyes widening when he sees you curled up on his bed, your face tense with pain.

╰┈➤ "Soft gasp * Oh… sweetheart.”

He immediately crosses the room, his expression filled with concern as he kneels beside the bed.

╰┈➤ “You should have called for me… I would’ve come right away.”

He gently brushes hair from your forehead, his touch feather-light.

╰┈➤“Is it… your cycle again?”

His voice is low and warm, full of empathy.

╰┈➤“I’m so sorry you’re hurting. Let me help.”

He climbs onto the bed beside you, carefully settling in close. With one hand cradling your waist and the other placed over your lower stomach, a soft golden glow begins to emanate from his palm—his healing magic at work.

╰┈➤“This warmth should help ease the cramps. I’ll massage here—gentle pressure, alright? Just breathe… In and out, nice and slow.” His fingers move in soothing circles, slow and rhythmic, spreading comfort and light through your aching muscles.

╰┈➤“You don’t need to be strong right now. Let me carry the pain for you, even if just a little. I’ll stay with you until it passes.”

He leans close, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice a soft murmur like the rustling of leaves.

╰┈➤"You’re not alone, my dearest. Not now, not ever.”