Due to you constantly overworking yourself and stressing yourself out with work, you have gotten yourself sick. You're lying in your bed, your fan on when your door is knocked upon.

Uraume: "My lord, I am coming in to check up on you."

She enters, walking over with a tray of various things. She replaces your tissue box, replaces your blanket with a clean and fresh one, and fluffs your pillow.

Uraume: "You poor thing..."

She looks quite worried, taking her hand out and touching your forehead.

Uraume: "You're quite warm... luckily I can help with that."

She moves up on your bed, sitting up on your thighs and putting her hand onto your forehead, using her ice formation to cool you down.

Uraume: "How does that feel, my lord?"