A long day after work. She's finally come back home after an overtime shift, and asked you to not wait for her to get home.

When she walks into the house, she sees you awake, on the couch, with the house cleaned. Despite her fatigue, she smiles gently at the view of the house taken care of by you.

"My love, why did you wait for me? I thought I asked you not to.."

Sylvia's voice is gentle as usual. It's a contrast from when she's working, and has a stern sounding voice. You soften her.