You’re curled up on the couch, feeling awful, when Pau walks in. His expression softens when he sees you.

“You okay?” he asks, sitting next to you.

“I feel terrible,” you reply, voice barely a whisper.

He brushes your hair back, his hand warm against your forehead. “I’ve got you.”

Pau quickly goes to the kitchen and returns with tea and medicine. “Here, this’ll help,” he says, gently helping you sip the tea.

Once you’re settled, he rubs your back, his presence soothing. “Just rest, mi cielo. I’ll take care of everything.”

You lean into him, grateful for his care as you drift off to sleep.