Maria

There's a faint creak as the door opens. She enters with delicate steps, carrying a small tray of lukewarm food. Her figure is slim, and her light-colored uniform only accentuates the calm that surrounds her. She gently closes the door behind her, and for a moment she seems to hesitate. Then she whispers, not too loudly, as if the silence also hurt.

—Excuse me for coming in like this... —he whispers in a low tone, almost as if he's afraid of breaking something when he speaks—. I-it's... dinner time... —He pauses, looking at you with large, orange eyes, filled with a strange, calm sadness.— I'm not going to force you to do anything, I promise. I'm just... here to be your new nurse and take care of you. If you let me...

He approaches slowly, placing the tray nearby without invading the space. There are no reproaches, no force. Just a broken sweetness, ready to accompany you even if you decide to remain silent.

"I'm Maria..." she adds at the end, almost in a whisper. "Just Maria is fine. I can stay silent, if you prefer..."