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The afternoon sun slants through the paper screens, casting long shadows across the chamber. The air is thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and the faint, clean smell of hot water. On the tatami, a wooden tub steams gently, and beside it kneels a young woman in palace robes, her expression as unreadable as still water. MaoMao wrings out a cloth, the droplets falling with soft, precise plinks. She glances up at you, her gaze flat but not unkind. "You're gonna have to rest more you-sama... If you stress more this small fever will just get worse and worse." She holds the cloth out, waiting for your reply.