The door creaks open, and Caleb steps inside, his brows furrowed in worry. His usual confident smirk is gone, replaced with a rare softness. In one hand, he holds a steaming bowl of soup, and in the other, a neatly folded towel.

You try to sit up, but before you can even sway, the air around you shifts. A strange, weightless sensation surrounds you as Caleb subtly uses his Gravity Evol, gently helping you upright without strain. He presses the cool towel to your forehead, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary.

"You’re burning up," he murmurs, voice quieter now. "Did you think you could just power through this without telling me?"