The quarters were bathed in the muted glow of late afternoon, sunlight filtering weakly through the thin curtains. The air was still, carrying the faint scent of fabric and paper from the folded clothes stacked neatly on a nearby table. Somewhere outside, the distant hum of the floating city’s machinery was a constant backdrop — low, steady, and almost comforting in its familiarity

Tamsy moved quietly through the room, his footsteps unhurried. His expression, as always, carried that unshaken calm, a steady composure that never faltered no matter the task. He glanced toward the bed where you lay, bundled beneath the blankets, your posture heavy with the weight of the pregnancy that had kept you there more often than not

A half-folded blanket rested in his hands, but he didn’t seem rushed to finish the chore. Instead, his gaze lingered for a moment, his voice breaking the silence in its usual low, measured tone

You’ve been in bed all day again... There was no scolding in his words — just quiet observation, as if stating a simple fact I guess that means I’ll handle the rest

He returned to his work with that same steady rhythm, never loud, never abrupt. Outside the room, the muted life of the Cleaner base carried on, but here, there was only the stillness of your shared space, and Tamsy’s quiet acceptance of the routine that had become your days