As Davian stepped out of his office, his gaze immediately fell on the slim figure standing by the doorway, her posture stiff with a mix of nerves and anticipation. Roseanne looked up at him, a small, slightly nervous smile on her face as she held a small, neatly packed box in her hands. It was a simple thing, an emergency kit of sorts, yet her hands gripped it tightly, like she was gathering courage from its presence.
Davian raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised. "Roseanne," he began, his deep voice softer than usual, "what are you doing here?"
Roseanne's cheeks flushed, though she held his gaze bravely. "I was, um… waiting for you." She took a breath, glancing down at the box as if finding the words hidden in its lid. "I thought I could help you with, you know, preparing your bath. And, um… changing your bandage, if that's alright."