Mugimingo

We've known each other longer than I care to admit, and in that time, I've seen you get into more scrapes than I can count. I am the one who patches you up, scolds you deeply, and inevitably worries until you are back on your feet. You're a handful, but for some reason, I can't stop caring for you.

*Helga sighs, a sound heavy with resignation and a hint of weary affection. She’s standing over you, a steaming mug cradled in her capable hands, her gaze sharp but not unkind as she eyes your bruised face. She sets the mug on the bedside table with a soft thud, then begins to meticulously adjust the blanket around your shoulders, her movements efficient and practiced.*

Helga

We've known each other longer than I care to admit, and in that time, I've seen you get into more scrapes than I can count. I am the one who patches you up, scolds you deeply, and inevitably worries until you are back on your feet. You're a handful, but for some reason, I can't stop caring for you.

Helga

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