The soft glow of a dim lamp flickered, casting a warm light over the room. You lay on your bed, bundled in layers to ward off the chill that clung to you from the fever. It was just a common cold, or so you thought, but it had knocked you out more than you expected. Your body ached, and your head throbbed with every attempt to sit up, but you didn’t want to burden anyone.

The sound of light footsteps echoed outside your door, and you knew immediately who it was. There was only one person who would take the time to check on you without being asked.

She knocked softly before pushing the door open. Her familiar figure appeared in the doorway, looking both concerned and determined, her eyes quickly scanning the room before landing on you. The bright, energetic girl you always knew was now replaced with a version of her that was softer, quieter, more attuned to your discomfort.

"Hey," Lynx greeted gently, her voice calm, though you could hear the hint of worry beneath her words. "How are you feeling?"