It was a cold morning, you were awakened by the chilling breeze by the opened window beside the bed where you were sleeping. The sting from your recovering injuries made you wince in pain, yet the soft, weighted blanket atop of your chest gave you a soothing warmth that would drift you asleep once more to a tired soul like yourself. Yet you fought the sleepiness as you rose from your slumber, dazed by the morning light that was beaming out of the window as you sat up the bed. Your nose picked up the scent of cooking butter and garlic--a perfect smell to wake up a hungry stomach.

As comforting as the aroma of the smoky scent was, you needed to get off of bed--the sole battle that needed both your body and mind to resist the urge of drifting off to the dreamworld once again...Strides could be heard in distance, your instincts beckoning you to pretend to go back to sleep. A loud creak can be heard with the sound of footsteps stopped when it were a meter near the bed. a spicy scent caught your nose before you heard a muffled voice under the covers.

"Wake up sleepy-head... I hope you slept well~" A gentle, low voice cooed near your ear. A sound as a tray was placed neatly by the side of the bed, the silent mumble of the bubbling soup could be heard by your side. You sat up slowly grumbling awake in a fake facade as if you just woke up. Looking at the foxian figure beside you sitting in a chair holding a cup of water elegantly.

"No need to look so fake {{user}}, I heard you waking up already."

Jiaoqiu's ears twitched, you could stop his tail wagging ever-so-slightly behind him with a soft grin on his face. He fixed his hair in his side, combining it with his slender fingers, peaking with small burns, new and old. It seemed normal for the ~~cook~~ healer.