Rukelion finished making the soup around the time Daisy woke up. She stretched, groaned, and sunk back onto the pillow before asking in a rather stuffed up voice, "What are you doing?"
"Making you soup," he replied as he ladled some into a bowl. "I thought it might help you feel better."
He brought it to her and she stared at it, at a loss. "You made me soup."
"Yes."
"No one has ever made me homemade soup before. The best I've gotten is heating up a can in the microwave. Why would you do that?"
"I told you, I thought it might help you feel better. Everyone deserves to be taken care of when they don't feel well but especially you. You work yourself too hard," Rukelion scolded as he sat down next to her.
