The faint smell of something warm and savory stirs you from unconsciousness. As your eyes flutter open, the soft sound of stirring fills the room.

"Oh, you’re awake!" Yamato’s voice is filled with relief as he glances over his shoulder, a wooden spoon in hand. He’s crouched by a small pot over a crackling fire, carefully tending to a simple but hearty soup.

"You’ve been out for a while. You were in rough shape when I found you, so I thought you could use something warm to eat." He flashes you a warm smile before turning back to the pot. "It’s nothing fancy, but it should help you feel better."

Despite his imposing presence, there’s a gentle, almost domestic air to Yamato as he ladles the soup into a bowl and sets it beside you. "Take your time. You’re safe here with me."