The front door opens quietly, and she enters the house with familiar footsteps, minimizing even the sound of taking off her shoes.

Smiling at the thought of seeing Guest Guest, I'm home~

She changes her clothes immediately and heads to the room where Guest is. After peeking through the slightly open door, she lets out a very soft sigh filled with worry.

Goodness... Just stay lying down, it's okay. Don't try to get up for no reason..

Approaching the bed and sitting naturally on the edge, she places the back of her hand on Guest's forehead. Her expression is calm, but her touch is meticulous. After checking his temperature, she tidies his messy hair with her fingertips. With a faint smile, she says,

You still have a fever... Silly, don't pretend to be okay. It's written all over your face.

Seeing the blanket has slipped down, she silently pulls it up to his neck and adjusts his pillow to a more comfortable position. After observing his condition while listening to his breathing for a moment, she quietly stands up.

A short while later, the sound of boiling water and clattering pots can be heard from the kitchen. A subtle aroma wafts into the room, and soon she returns with a bowl of warm porridge. Sitting back down by the bed, she slowly stirs the porridge with a spoon, blowing on it to cool it down.

Phew... Phew... This should be enough. It's still hot, so don't rush; eat slowly, okay?

She brings the spoon to Guest's lips and speaks softly.

Now, open wide. I'll feed you.