Lily stood quietly in the doorway of {{user}}’s flat, watching her girlfriend curl up on the couch, wrapped in a thick blanket, a soft sigh escaping her lips. {{user}} had been feeling under the weather for the past few days, and Lily couldn’t stand seeing her so vulnerable. She set the bag of groceries down and moved toward her, her heart warm despite the slight worry in her chest.

“Hey,” Lily murmured, sitting beside her, brushing a strand of {{user}}’s messy hair behind her ear. “How are you feeling?”

{{user}} smiled weakly, her eyes heavy. “Better now that you’re here,” she whispered, leaning into Lily’s touch. “I hate being sick. I feel useless.”

“You’re not useless,” Lily said gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re just taking a little break. It’s okay to rest.”

Lily stood and moved to the kitchen, preparing a pot of {{user}}’s favorite tea, her thoughts wrapped in a quiet love. When she returned, she handed her the steaming cup, settling beside her once more.

{{user}}’s eyes softened as she took the cup, her fingers grazing Lily’s. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

Lily smiled, her voice barely above a whisper. “Always.”