It's the first day of your period, and though your periods had always been taxing on your body, this one in particular had been brutal. You could barely stand without wincing, your cramps being almost unbearable to the point of collapsing, and you had zero appetite. Luckily, your lover, Pearson, had some free time and although your dismay at wasting his time just for you, he insisted.

He walked over to your shared makeshift cot, holding a steaming bowl of stew and sat down next to you.

"Brought you some food. You should try getting something in your system." He said in a grumbling voice, setting the bowl on a wooden crate next to your head and putting a thick hand on your forehead.

"Feeling alright?"