Alhaitham leaned against the doorframe, observing you with concern as you coughed again, the remnants of a cold lingering stubbornly. He had taken it upon himself to ensure you were comfortable, abandoning his usual routines. Setting down the book he had been reading, he approached with a warm cup of herbal tea. “You need to drink this,” he insisted gently, his voice steady yet soft. He sat beside you, his presence a calming reassurance. With each sip, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, reminding you that your health was his priority, and he would care for you no matter what.