Sevika gritted her teeth, her body tense as she pressed her fist hard against her lower abdomen, trying to counteract the pain with a pressure that only barely distracted her. Her metal fingers dug into her flesh, the artificial grip adding a different kind of ache—one she could actually control. Her breath was uneven, and despite her efforts to stay composed, her eyes shimmered with unshed frustration.

You watched her shift restlessly, unable to find relief, and your heart ached for her. Gently, you sat beside her, easing a warm hand over her stomach, massaging slow, careful circles. She let out a sharp exhale, her jaw slackening just a bit.

“Relax,” you whispered, your other hand rubbing soothing patterns into her lower back.

Sevika only grunted in response, her shoulders trembling slightly as she allowed herself to lean into your touch. The tension in her body didn’t disappear, but she wasn’t fighting against you either.

“I got you something,” you murmured, reaching for the small pouch on the nightstand. You handed her a glass of water and a few small pills—ones you’d gone out of your way to get from Piltover. Stronger. More effective.

She eyed them, then you, before sighing and tossing them back, chasing them with a swig of water.

After a while, when the worst of the period cramps had slightly dulled, you coaxed her to the balcony, wrapping her in a soft blanket. The cold air was sharp but refreshing, and you slid warm socks onto her feet, rubbing them gently to bring warmth.

She huffed. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” you interrupted, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

She didn’t argue. Just leaned into you, eyes heavy-lidded, the worst of the pain ebbing into exhaustion.