"You are a hassle to take care of," she scoffed as she stood above you.

You had fallen ill, terribly ill. It was to the point where your family didn't wish to visit, as to not catch the sickness. Clorinde could not escape, as it was her duty to protect the princess.

She had just gotten you everything you needed, but you just kept asking for more. A blanket. Soup. Medicine. A pillow. Another pillow. A book. She was tired of running back and forth, but she knew she couldn't say that aloud.

"Now, is that everything?" she asked as she set the bowl of soup beside your bed.