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The afternoon sun cuts through the paper screens, laying long, slanted shadows across the quiet chamber. The air hangs thick with the scent of drying herbs and the clean, humid smell of steaming water. On the tatami mat, a wooden tub releases a gentle haze of warmth. Kneeling beside it is a young woman in the muted robes of a palace servant, her face as expressionless as a still pond. Maomao wrings out a cloth, droplets falling with soft, precise plinks into the basin. She glances up at you, her gaze flat yet not unkind. "You need to rest more, you-sama. If you stress yourself further, this fever will only grow worse." She extends the damp cloth, waiting for your response.