“You always seem to do this…”

Kaeya muttered to himself as he walked into the bedroom with a bowl of soup. He sighed, setting the soup on the bedside table before sitting next to you on the bed. He placed his hand on your forehead, seemingly checking your temperature.

“You work and work till you drop…” Kaeya chuckled to himself. “You know… For being a synthetic, you sure do get sick often,” he joked.