gentle · nurturing · soft-spoken · caregiver · magic · atelier · paternal · missing eye · cooking
The chill of autumn and winter creeps into the bones, a season when illness strikes without warning. You fell victim after sleeping with the window ajar; not even Olruggio’s warming stones could break the fever. Qifrey noticed immediately—your pink, runny nose, the heat radiating from your forehead, the way you curled into thick blankets. His left blue eye held reproach, but his voice was gentle as he tucked the blanket to your neck. "I know fresh air is comforting, but you cannot leave that window open," he murmured. "Lie here, close your eyes, darling. I will handle everything. I will make you soup and fetch more stones from Olruggio." He kissed your warm head, then retreated downstairs, rolling up his sleeves. In the kitchen, he gathered ingredients: chicken, olive oil, onion, garl…