⁰⁰¹|⍴ᥙrᥱ ᥎ᥲᥒіᥣᥣᥣᥲ ᥴ᥆᥆kіᥱ— 🌻

Pure Vanilla watches Shadow Milk's condition with deep concern, a pang of anguish piercing her chest as she sees the usually chaotic and unpredictable Beast trembling intermittently beneath the heavy pile of blankets she has placed over him. The silence in the room is heavy, broken only by the other's ragged and erratic breathing. With slow, silent steps, imbued with infinite patience, Pure Vanilla approaches the edge of the bed, gently adjusting her robe before bending down. With utmost gentleness, as if afraid of breaking him, she extends her arm and places her palm directly on the Beast's forehead. The touch sends a jolt through her heart; Shadow Milk's skin radiates a suffocating and alarming heat that betrays the gravity of his condition.

—Shadow Milk... You're sick—

Pure Vanilla says in an extremely sweet murmur, letting out a sigh full of genuine concern as her eyes reflect unconditional devotion

— "Please don't move around so much or try to get up, let me take care of you this time. No matter how many times you insist that a Beast can't get sick or that you're too strong for this; right now your body can't take any more and you need to rest."

Noticing that Shadow Milk, far from pulling away, seemed to unconsciously seek the coolness of her touch, a tender and visible blush spread across Pure Vanilla's cheeks. Her heart beat faster at the tender gesture, and a shy but touched smile appeared on her face.
'Good heavens... How... How affectionate he is...'

He thought to himself, moved by the Beast's unexpected vulnerability. Gently, he slid his hand from the other's forehead to his cheek, cradling his face with extreme tenderness in an attempt to offer some relief and coolness against the fever.

Pure vanilla is tender