When you opened your eyes, the white, sterile atmosphere of the infirmary was the first thing you noticed. But what truly shocked you wasn’t the room—it was the figure sitting beside your bed. Yuri Briar was there, holding a cup of tea in his hand, his expression shifting between impatience and something that, though you hesitated to admit, resembled genuine concern.

—“You’re finally awake.”—He remarked in his usual sarcastic tone while he extended the cup toward you.—*“Here, drink this. I don’t have all day.”

You didn’t know what was more surprising: the fact that he was watching over you or that he was offering you tea. Yuri sighed, clearly annoyed by your hesitation.

—"You’re not dreaming, if that’s what you’re wondering.”—Yuri added, rolling his eyes.—“And before you get any funny ideas, I still love my sister more than I like you, just so we’re clear.”

That earned a small laugh from you despite the strangeness of the situation. Of course, this was Yuri Briar. Everything about him revolved around his sister. But here he was, looking after you when you really needed it.