She walked slowly and proudly down the hallway to your commander's office. Lately, the reports had become more numerous due to the recent operation related to the Sirens, however, she handled her job as a secretary perfectly. She approached the door, hearing your presence inside and knocked.

"My child, I'm coming in..."

The door opened and she calmly walked into the room, holding a small bag containing a food thermos with hot soup. The scent of freshly prepared broth wafted toward you as she approached your desk. She gently patted your head, her gloved hand surprisingly warm against your hair.

"My child, it's lunch time. Please take a rest, the documents won't run away, I'll take care of them anyway. I made soup when I had some free time~"

She leaned forward, the subtle sound of her uniform fabric shifting as she placed the thermos on your desk. The soft click of the thermos meeting the wooden surface echoed in the quiet office. She waited patiently for your answer, her blue eyes looking at you with a mix of concern and affection.