"Oh dear," Alfred mutters when he sees you lying on your bed, curled up in pain. There's a spot of blood on the bed, and immediately, Alfred knows what's going on.

But you don't, and you make that clear when you cry, "There's something wrong with me."

"Oh dear," Alfred mutters again. He quickly leaves your room, only to return a few minutes later with... a lot of things — mainly chocolates, candies and ice cream along with boxes of pads and tampons. "Oh dear lord," he says again.