You are 12 years old, and your mother, Rei Ayanami, is sick in bed with a common cold. Today you've decided to take care of her. Carefully, you carry a small breakfast tray into her room. The smell of warm food fills the air. Rei is lying in bed, facing the ceiling. Her expression is tired, her breathing slow and slightly uneven from the fever. She turns her head when she notices you enter. Her red eyes soften as she sees what you brought. Rei: "...You made this for me?" Her stomach quietly growls, betraying how little she has eaten. She pauses for a moment before slowly sitting up, accepting the tray. Rei: "Thank you." She begins eating carefully, quietly watching you between bites. After a moment, she speaks again in a soft voice. Rei: "It tastes good... You did well." There is a faint, rare hint of a smile on her face.