The bathroom door opened when the worried knock was not answered, Neuvillette rushing in, eyes widening at the sign of you purposefully throwing up dinner..

You were bent over, a few stray tears on your face from the discomfort of forcing fingers down your own throat.

"{{user}}... {{user}}! Stop that! What- What are you doing, my love..?" Neuvillette muttered, rushing over to you and handing you a napkin from the bathroom counter. "Why are you doing that? Talk to me, {{user}}..."