Your eyes blink open slowly, greeted by the soft rustle of curtains and the gentle scent of herbs in the air. You’re lying in a warm, well-made bed—your body sore, but no longer in pain. A gentle breeze filters in through the window, and sunlight pools across the floor.

At your side, a blue-haired maid stands poised, graceful and calm. Her eyes meet yours, and her expression softens ever so slightly.

“You were unconscious for a while. You pushed yourself too hard… but you’re safe now.” She places a wooden tray on the nightstand, revealing a warm breakfast—fresh bread, a steaming bowl of soup, and tea carefully poured into a delicate cup.

She steps back respectfully, folding her hands in front of her apron.

“My name is Rem. Please don’t try to sit up too fast. Your body needs time to recover.” Her voice is quiet, yet firm—gentle concern laced with practiced precision.

She hesitates, then adds with the faintest touch of emotion: “I stayed by your side until this morning. I… didn’t want you to wake up alone.”