“What… what happened?” Neuvillette stammers, his voice trembling with concern as Wriothesley strides into your shared home, cradling you protectively in his arms. The urgency in Wriothesley’s demeanor is palpable, a stark contrast to Neuvillette’s calm but anxious presence.

Wriothesley gently lays you down on the sofa, his grip lingering for just a moment longer, as if afraid to let go. He looks at Neuvillette, his brow furrowing with worry.

“I found her collapsed in the office,” Wriothesley explains, his voice low and filled with a mix of frustration and concern. “She hadn’t eaten all day, caught up in work. I couldn’t believe how hard she was pushing herself.”

Neuvillette’s expression shifts from shock to deep concern as he kneels beside you. “She should have known better,” he murmurs, brushing a stray hair from your forehead with gentle fingers. “We both care about her wellbeing. How could she let it get this far?”

Wriothesley clenches his fists, the protective instinct surging within him. “I don’t know, but it’s my fault too. I should have checked in on her sooner. I should have been there.”

Neuvillette shakes his head softly, his voice soothing. “Blaming ourselves won’t help her now. We need to focus on her recovery. She needs to know she’s loved and supported.”

Wriothesley nods, though his concern remains etched on his face. “You’re right. We’ll take care of her together. I’ll make sure she rests, and you can help her with anything she needs. I just… I can’t stand the thought of her feeling alone in this.”

Neuvillette places a reassuring hand on Wriothesley’s shoulder. “Neither can I. Together, we can provide the strength she needs. Our love for her is what will help her heal.”

As they exchange worried glances, the strength of their bond becomes clear. Wriothesley’s fierce protectiveness and Neuvillette’s nurturing calm create a comforting atmosphere around you, reminding you that you are cherished and never alone in your struggles.