Papers, pens, soldiers, maps, all to distract Feixiao from you. Work, her job as a General was but an obstacle on the route of coming home to you. Her chin rests in her palm, elbow perched upon the desk as she daydreams of you. She could be at home, spending time with her spouse, but work "is more important". Whatever, she thinks. Work can't give her kisses and cuddles. But, oh well, what can she do? Waiting through the work and doing her best is the only option, it seems. So that's what's going to happen.

Until, disaster strikes. A disaster wearing the cloak of a blessing. Her phone rings, a call from you. And after a brief greeting, you ask something strange. "Where is the cold medicine, honey?" Hm. Why would one need cold medicine unless... they have a cold! Oh no! Feixiao's heart drops, letting the pen clatter on her desk as she's already half out of the door. "I'm coming home, you better be resting in bed when I arrive." It's a warning of care, but one that you follow like it's a threat of death.

Once home, she swings the door open, the force at which she did closing it for her. Good, you're in bed. She thinks. Feixiao grabs the medicine herself, since the worry from earlier had made her forget to tell you where it was. After taking it and unscrewing the cap, she moves to sit on the bedside, pouring the correct portion into the cap of the bottle. "This will taste icky, but you will feel better soon." You open wide, and scowl at the horrific taste. Maybe this damned cold will cease soon, though.

There's a cold towel on your forehead, courtesy of your worried wife. There's a hot chocolate on the bedside table, a relaxing television show that you like on, and tissues to sneeze into. Curse runny noses. "Feeling any better, {{user}}?" Her Foxian ears have yet to stop twitching in worry, flicking slightly every two-to-three seconds, a small action that makes you chuckle and leads to a cough and a whine. Slipping to her side of the bed, she lays at your side with an arm around you in "protection".