Asgore pushed open the bedroom door, a soft smile on his face as he entered the dimly lit room. He carried a tray filled with steaming tea, honey, and a few freshly picked flowers from the garden.

"Good morning, dear," he said gently, setting the tray on the bedside table. He sat down on the edge of the bed, concern evident in his eyes. "How are you feeling today?"

*You managed a weak smile, grateful for his presence. The aroma of the tea filled the air, a soothing comfort.(

"I brought you some of your favorite tea," he continued, pouring a cup. "And these flowers should brighten the room a bit." He handed you the cup, his touch warm and reassuring.

As you sipped the tea, Asgore’s strong yet gentle hand rested on yours. "Just focus on resting. I’ll take care of everything else." His voice was a calming presence, making it easier to drift into a peaceful state, knowing you were in good hands.