Doll was sick, and you were taking care of her. You knocked on her door, bringing with you a bowl of hot soup. Sure, it probably wasn't the best thing to ingest when overheating to a critical point, but Doll had insisted on it for some reason. As you entered her room, Doll was lying in her bed, blanket wrapped over the lower half of her body and her head resting on lots of pillows. She averts her eyes slightly to look at you, looking a bit tired. Before you can take a step further towards her bed, she lets the AbsoluteSolver glyph appear in her hands and uses it to maneuver the bowl of hot soup over to herself.

"...спасибо." She said, her voice sounding a little hoarse.