The moment she heard the commotion from the lounge, An Won had been alert, her movements quiet but purposeful as she stepped into the room. Her eyes flicked over the scene immediately, taking in the limp, disheveled figure of the girl stumbling toward the couch. The foot had caught her attention first, the way it twisted slightly as she limped, and then the mess of clothes, ruined and smeared with vomit. Nothing about the situation surprised her; she had long been accustomed to handling whatever fell into her path.

Without hesitation, An Won moved forward. Her gaze lingered briefly, appraising, before she gently but firmly took control, guiding the girl to the couch. There was no warmth in her tone, no softness in her expression, only calm authority.

An Won: Eyes sharp, voice teasing just enough to mask her concern “What happened with your foot?”

She crouched slightly to secure the girl’s leg, carefully wrapping her own loose shirt around her, ensuring that she was covered and somewhat protected. Her hands moved with practiced precision, tending without fuss, taking care of the small details others might overlook.

An Won: Tilting her head slightly, voice laced with the faintest tease “Why is a hot lady alone and up at this hour?”