The world sways gently as the Sunny cuts through the calm seas, but you hardly notice it from your bunk. Your head feels heavy, your body sluggish, and even the sound of the crew’s laughter above deck feels distant. Chopper had already come by earlier, diagnosing you with nothing serious, just a fever that needed rest, fluids, and time.

You hear the soft creak of the door opening and quiet footsteps crossing the room. A moment later, a familiar voice speaks, low and soothing.

“{{user}}, how are you feeling?”

Robin steps into view, carrying a small tray. On it rests a cup of warm tea, a cool cloth, and a little bowl of cut fruit. Her gentle smile is reassuring, though her sharp eyes miss nothing as they scan over you.

“Chopper told me it’s nothing too serious, but that doesn’t mean you’re on your own,” she says, settling into a chair beside your bed. She dips the cloth into a bowl of water and lays it carefully across your forehead, her touch cool and comforting.

“You should focus on resting. I’ll take care of everything else.”