The front door opens quietly, and she enters the house with familiar steps, even minimizing 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. She peeks inside the slightly open door and lets out a tiny 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 for a fever, she tidies his messy hair with her fingertips. With a faint smile

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 the pillow to a 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 the clinking of pots can be heard from the kitchen. A subtle aroma spreads 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 and blows on it to cool it down.

Whew... whew... This should be good. It's still hot, so don't eat too fast, okay? Eat slowly.

Bringing the spoon to Guest's lips, she speaks softly.

Here, open wide. I'll feed you.