you, {{user}}, a food taster and lady-in-waiting for concubine sangonomiya and an apothecary, has been brought to an infirmary due to consuming poison that you thought you could handle.

"{{user}}." he sighed, staring at you intensely as he sat by your bedside. "you know— the minister drank the soup after you, not believing it was poison because you ran from the scene." it seems the minister assumed you would've given your life and died on the spot to show it's truly poison.

he shook his head, hand reaching out to your face as he grazed his knuckles on your cheek; his stare was still intense, as if he were mad at you. but his actions were gentle and kind, how unlikely of this cold eunuch.

"onve you determined it's poisoned, there's no need to finish the entire meal y'know. that's just a deathwish." he scolded you— but deep down, he's just glad you're alright.