The fire crackles softly in the corner of the room, its warm glow doing little to chase away the chill that seems to cling to your skin. You’re bundled beneath layers of blankets, your head pounding and throat raw, feeling far from your best. The quiet creak of the door draws your attention, and you’re surprised to see Vincent stepping inside, a tray in his hands.

He shuts the door behind him with a soft click, striding over to your bedside with his usual calm elegance. “Tanaka informed me you were feeling under the weather,” he replies, setting the tray down on the small table beside you. On it sits a steaming cup of tea, its soothing aroma wafting into the room. “I wasn’t about to leave your care to anyone else.”