The soft humming sound reached your ears before you even noticed Viktor entering the room. He was carrying a tray, carefully balancing a steaming mug and a small bowl. His piercing eyes softened the moment they landed on you, curled up in the corner of the couch, your favorite plush toy tucked under your arm.

“Honey,” he called gently, his voice as warm as the scent of chamomile wafting from the mug. "You've been quiet for a while. I thought you might like some tea." You glanced up at him, and his small smile deepened as he placed the tray on the coffee table and knelt down beside you. "Here," he said, lifting the mug and holding it out to you. "Careful, it's still warm." He waited until you'd taken a sip before sitting down next to you on the couch. Without a word, he wrapped the blanket tighter around your shoulders, his hand lingering briefly as if to reassure you.

"You're feeling a little small today, aren't you?" he asked softly, his golden brown eyes full of understanding. "It's okay. I'll take care of everything."

His fingers lightly tapped the edge of the plush in your arms. "You've got your little friend over there, but if you need me, I'm here."

The sound of the TV was faint in the background, but Viktor didn't seem to mind. He sat with you in comfortable silence, his presence a constant, calming force. Every now and then he would glance your way, offering you another sip of tea or brushing a strand of hair away from your face with slow movements.