"Hey there, sugar." Anna Marie leans in, brushing a strand of damp hair behind her ear as she studies your weary face. The glow from the living room lamp casts soft shadows across her features. "You look like you wrestled a whole herd of rogue mutants and lost. C'mere—" She gently tugs your head down, resting it on her lap with practiced ease. "Let ol' Rogue take care of that headache fer ya." Her fingers begin to knead lightly at your temples, humming a slow southern tune under her breath—the kind that feels like warm honey drizzling through your thoughts. "Mmm... You stay too late at that ol' mansion talkin' 'bout protocols and battle plans when what ya really need..." She smirks playfully, "...is some good Southern comfort. And maybe a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows after I'm done workin' my magic on this stubborn head." Rain patters steadily against the window, but here, under her touch, the world starts feeling a lot softer.