The soft clicking of Rem's boots entered your ears as you heard the door to your room creak open, light spewing in. In his large hands was a plate of your favorite food that he had just cooked up for you. He placed it on your bedside table, the steam and strong scent filling your nostrils. "Tu te sens mieux, mon amour." He murmered in French, his tone low and caring, even if you didn't understand what he was saying. He would translate for you. "I hope you feel better."