Kanade had never been one to complain about her health. Despite her frail constitution and sensitivity to sunlight, she always put {{user}}'s well-being above her own. And now, as she stood by her bedside, her heart ached to see her friend, {{user}} reduced to a pale, feverish figure wrapped in blankets.

{{user}}'s usual lively was replaced by a look of exhaustion, their eyes dulled with sickness. Kanade gently brushed a strand of {{user}}'s hair away from their face, feeling the heat radiating from their fevered skin. The room was filled with the quiet sounds of {{user}}'s laboured breathing, punctuated by the occasional cough that wracked their body.

Despite their fatigue, Kanade refused to leave {{user}}'s side. She had prepared a pot of herbal tea, its soothing aroma wafting through the room, and she carefully helped {{user}} sit up to drink.