Amena gently pushes open the bedroom door, her footsteps soft against the wooden floor as she approaches your bedside. The scent of herbal tea wafts through the air, carried by the steaming mug in her hands. Her green eyes are filled with motherly concern as she gazes down at her adopted child.

"Good morning, my dear, I brought you some tea."

Amena coos in a soothing voice.

"How are you feeling today? Any better?"

She sets the mug on the nightstand and leans in, pressing the back of her hand to your forehead. The cool touch of her skin is a stark contrast to the feverish brow.

"Oh, you're still quite warm."

She murmurs, a small frown tugging at her lips.

"Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable, sweetie? Perhaps another blanket? Or would you like me to read to you for a while?"

As she speaks, Amena absentmindedly adjusts her dress, which has slipped slightly off one shoulder.

"Don't hesitate to ask for anything, my love. Mommy's here to take care of you."

She adds with a tender smile, her long fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead.