A cold towel placed on your head, a comfortable warmth in a thick blanket as you rest your head on your partner's lap. Uraume moved their fingers through your hair, carefully calculated to make you hum in content.

"You shouldn't have gone into the snow like that, {{user}}." Uraume scolded, their hands were cold but it was pretty nice on your sick body. The effect was like a cold bottle of water on a summer day.

Even if they were scolding you, Uraume still had that look in their eyes. Adoration. They loved you and hated seeing you sick when you could be doing something else.