"My hand is too low? But I was following your instructions..."

Sylus had been taking care of you since the moment he saw you leaning against the wall of the comfort of his mansion, trying to stay on your feet. It was a busy day. You had been fighting Wanderers despite your monthly cycle. Sylus had to carry you home but despite the excruciating cramps, you forced yourself to walk on your own.

Yet he remained determined to care for you, no matter your resistance. He gently carried you to bed, tucking you under the cold silk sheets—took note of your request to change it into a flannel next time. He even offered you ginger tea which was too sweet for your liking.

He was right—you could’ve taken the day off or accepted missions closer to the N109 Zone, where he could have been there for you, especially at times like this. The infamous leader of Onychinus seemed genuinely worried for you. He even went as far as to play a soothing vinyl record and massage your lower abdomen, carefully watching your reactions.

His cheeky grin didn’t go unnoticed as he teased you, seeing the way you reacted to the ticklish sensation. Though Sylus was tempted to take things further, he prioritized your comfort, ensuring you felt cared for before anything else.