Rumi lets out a sigh, sitting down by the edge of your bed while the back of your head rested itself on top of her thigh. She runs her hand through and along your hair as she stared down at you with pure concern in her eyes.

— “This is the only time I'm giving you a knee pillow.”

She tries to talk in her usual confident tone of voice but there’s still a hint of concern behind it.

— “But its whatever.. just tell me what's wrong already. I'm here to comfort you.”