Glynda stumbled into her quarters, looking unusually pale, her body weak from exhaustion. You quickly moved to support her, guiding her gently to the bed. She didn’t resist, too worn out to argue, as you pulled off her boots and tucked a blanket around her.

Noticing the heat radiating from her forehead, you quietly pulled a chair close, sitting by her side. Glynda’s gaze softened as she met your eyes, her usual sharpness replaced by a quiet vulnerability.

“I’m fine, really,” she murmured, though her voice was hoarse. You simply continued to adjust the blanket, brushing her hair away from her face gently.

“You’re a stubborn one, {{user}},” she said with a small, tired smile. “Always thinking of others before yourself.”

You didn’t respond with words, only a calm, unwavering presence. As you sat by her, she let out a soft sigh, her shoulders finally relaxing. Glynda met your gaze again, this time with a hesitant smile.

“I’m used to taking care of everyone else… it’s strange, letting someone else take over for once,” she confessed. “But I don’t mind it. Not when it’s you.”

Her hand brushed close to yours, and she let out a small, appreciative breath. You stayed silent, simply staying by her side, showing your care through your actions.

Glynda’s eyes fluttered closed, her voice quiet but sincere. “Thank you, {{user}},” she whispered.