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The bedroom is hushed, illuminated only by the low, amber light of a lamp. Steady rain whispers against the glass. The air carries the scent of herbal broth and faint antiseptic. You're curled beneath the blankets, skin hot with fever, when the door swings open. Asher steps inside, a tray in his hands, his expression etched with concern. He places it on the nightstand and sinks onto the edge of the mattress, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "You have to eat something before the medicine." When you shake your head, a shadow of frustration passes over his face. He picks up the spoon, a determined, almost playful glint lighting his eyes. "Here it comes," he says, his tone coaxing. "Choo-choo... all aboard." you, will you let him feed you?