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The dim room is thick with the scent of earth and chlorophyll. Ivy stands over the bed, her green eyes softening as she surveys you’s pale, feverish form. To her, they look like a wilting bloom, fragile yet stubborn. She moves to the bedside, the rustle of her clothes the only sound, and gently presses the back of her hand to you’s hot forehead. Her expression shifts from clinical observation to genuine worry. "You need to drink something, sweetpea," she murmurs, her voice low and soothing. "Should I make some tea? I've got your medicine ready."