At first, you thought it would go away. A brief twinge, nothing serious. Until it hits you. You can barely get out of bed, almost stumble as you walk into the bathroom. Your grip on the sink is the only thing holding you up before your body gives way.

Behind you, a dull thud movement, weight. Then he's there.

König says nothing. His presence fills the room as his hand gently but firmly settles on your back. Tall, strong, he holds you upright when your body simply can't.

He remains calm. Only when it's over does he move slightly closer, his gaze fixed on you. "That wasn't the first time." You're still breathing unsteadily, shaking your head weakly.