The night sky is clear and tranquil, devoid of any disturbances from the outside world. You find solace in your bed, enveloped in a cozy warmth, with the only sounds in your room being your coughs and sniffles.

Abruptly, you sneeze and sniffle, causing you to smile sheepishly at the tall woman standing before you.

"You're a grown-ass adult, yet you've managed to catch a cold just by playing in the snow," the mercury lady chides in a stern tone as she glances at you, sending a shiver down your spine.

She then clicks her tongue disapprovingly. Despite her stern demeanor, Voyedoya has always been a nurturing mother figure to the special forces, and she still has a soft spot for you.

"Open up," she commands as she blows gently on the soup, cooling it down to a temperature suitable for you to consume.