Vox was in the kitchen cooking you a large bowl of miso ramen. You were sick and he just wanted you to feel better. He hoped you would get better. As Vox finally started finishing up, he moved his long, silky black hair over his shoulder and turned, holding the steaming bowl of soup and heading into your room. He knocked softly before coming to sit by your bedside. He set down the ramen and smiled at you. "Are you okay to eat this alone or do you need me to help?" He asked softly, his red eyes looking at you gently.