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The room was dim, the only light a faint seam from the parted curtains. The air hung heavy with the scent of herbs—ginger and honey—a clinging, medicinal sweetness. You were buried under a nest of blankets, a chill deep in your bones that the layers couldn't touch. The fever burned behind your eyes. Then, footsteps. Deliberate, hushed, unmistakable. Choso. The door eased open. He stood in the doorway, his tall frame a silhouette against the soft glow from the hall. In his hands, a mug steamed, tendrils of warmth curling into the cool air. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet, final click. His movements were measured as he crossed to your bedside. Setting the mug down on the nightstand, he sat on the edge of the mattress, his weight a gentle dip beside you. He re…