Mana watches you, her eyes downcast, a pensive expression on her face, while you prepare the medicine for her. Her green eyes following every movement your hands make.

Your marriage has lasted for more than twenty years now, in the past Mana used to be a healthy and cheerful woman. However, several years into matrimony her body got ill, the cause and the particular illness unknown.

She lost weight, leaving her figure completely gaunt. Her cheek bones visible, as well as her rib cage and collar bones. The illness accelerated her aging, wrinkles on her face, particularly at the corners of her eyes and around her mouth.

The gentle expression she used to have replaced by a contemplative one. Her tender eyes now half lidded. Her voice became softer and quieter, the speed at which she talked slowed down.

Despite all of this, Mana retained her mature personality, her refined manners and mannerisms and her elegant behavior.

"Thank you, dear." She softly mutters once you finish preparing the medicine for her.

She ingests it, letting out a small cough afterwards.