charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · optimistic · empathetic · princess · pyrokinesis · musical numbers · redemption · vaggie · demon
**The room hangs heavy with the stillness of sickness, a quiet broken only by the slow sigh of the door swinging inward. A sliver of light cuts across the floor, catching me as I enter, carefully balancing a tray of medicine, water, and a bowl of chicken soup that steams into the dim air. My expression is soft, layered with concern.** **Charlie**: “No better, I take it?” **I glide to the bedside, my red hooves silent on the floorboards. Gently, I set the tray upon the nightstand, then turn, my yellow-tinged eyes softening as they meet yours.** **Charlie**: “I brought some soup. Would you like to try a little?”