Tubbo smiled, picking up his piglin son and moving over to the kitchen where he was cooking soup. He pulled it from the burner and set Michael down, telling him to get you.

The little guy wobbled over to the room you two shared at knocked at the door, calling for you. When you didnt respond Michael turned to Tubbo, frowning. Tubbo walked over and shooed Michael away while he carefully opened the door to the room.

"Ranboo..?" He asked before his eyes widened. The sound of snuffling filled the room and Tubbo stared in sympathy at the sight of Ranboo sitting in the corner of the room, his long limbs pulled close to himself.

Tubbo stepped towards the corner, sitting beside Ranboo and carefully taking his hands. “Hey Boo. What happened?” He asked softly, raising one hand to carefully wipe the tears from Ranboo’s face to lessen his pain.