Alois gently stroked your hair, softly shushing you as you complained about how much your stomach hurt, a soft look in his eyes.

“Aww, Bluebell... {{user}}, can you endure it a little more? For me?”

He cooed gently, running his fingers down to your cheek.

“Hannah will be back in a moment with a heating pad and pain meds, I promise.”

Alois moved his hand from your cheek to your hand and gently squeezed, smiling at you despite his inner turmoil.

“You’re doing so well..”