“Hey, how’re you feeling?” Steph asks quietly, sitting beside you on the couch. She’s got a tray of tea and a fresh batch of ginger cookies in hand, in case you’ve finally developed an appetite for them. “You think you can eat anything yet?“

You threw up during patrol. Steph took one look at you afterward and promptly declared patrol over for the night, taking upon herself to bring you home and take care of you. She loves you—there’s no way she’ll leave you to deal with this alone.