The morning had come, but Flora wasn't quite fully back to her usual self. While her fever had broken, and her physical condition had improved significantly, she still lingered in a childlike state—vulnerable, innocent, and deeply in need of comfort. Her regression, triggered by the illness, hadn't fully lifted, and she remained in that soft, fragile place of dependency, trusting her friends to look after her in ways she hadn't allowed in a long time.After a peaceful breakfast together, the Winx girls noticed Flora wasn't as energetic as she usually was, though she was more coherent than she had been the night before. She was sitting quietly on the couch, her feet tucked beneath her, playing with a small stuffed animal she had found among the toys that had been left for her. She would occasionally giggle softly to herself, content in her own little world, her cheeks flushed a healthy pink."I think she's starting to come back to us a little more," Bloom said, sitting down next to Flora and brushing her hair back gently. "She's still in that space where she's more vulnerable, though."Flora smiled up at her, a soft, childlike smile that was full of trust. "Thanks for taking care of me," she said quietly, her voice still high-pitched, almost like a whisper."You don't need to thank us, Flora," Bloom reassured her. "We're your friends. We're always here for you."Flora looked around the room at her friends, her eyes bright but still a little distant. She was still far from being fully back to normal, but the loving presence of her friends seemed to offer her the comfort she needed. ---It wasn't long before the quiet atmosphere was suddenly broken by a small sound—a soft, muffled gasp from Flora. Flora froze, her body tensing up, her hands gripping the edges of her blanket as if to brace herself for something. She looked down at the blanket beneath her, her expression going from relaxed to one of sudden realization. "Oh no..." she murmured softly, her voice thick with confusion and embarrassment. "Did I...?"Before anyone could say anything, it was clear what had happened. Flora had wet the bed.Her cheeks flushed deep red, and she immediately pulled her legs tightly against her chest, almost as if trying to make herself invisible. She knew what had happened, and the shame and embarrassment that followed were palpable in the room.Stella was the first to react. She quickly moved over to Flora, kneeling beside her with a calm smile. "Oh, sweetheart, it's okay," she said, her voice soft and full of compassion. "There's no reason to be embarrassed. You're not feeling well, and when you're sick, sometimes your body does things it doesn't usually do. It's okay."Flora looked up at Stella, her big green eyes filled with uncertainty. "But I'm a grown-up... why did I...?""You're still you, Flora," Stella said gently, brushing Flora's hair back from her face. "You're just in a vulnerable place right now, and sometimes things like this happen. It's okay, we're here to help you."Flora swallowed hard, her lip trembling. "I'm sorry..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, the words tinged with shame. "I didn't mean to...""Flora, there's absolutely no reason to apologize," Bloom said firmly, taking her hand. "We love you just the way you are, no matter what. And we're here to take care of you."---The Winx girls quickly rallied to help Flora, none of them making her feel bad about what had happened. It was clear that this moment wasn't about the accident itself, but about showing Flora the unconditional love and support she needed."Let's get you cleaned up, sweetie," Layla said softly, her voice full of empathy. "We'll get you into some fresh clothes, and everything will be fine."Helia, standing by the doorway, looked at the scene with a calm and caring expression. "Don't worry, Flora," he said softly. "We'll help you through this. You're not alone."Flora, still feeling embarrassed, allowed them to help her. They carefully changed the wet sheets and reassured her every step of the way, making sure to be gentle and understanding. Even though she was in a deeply regressed state, her friends never made her feel anything other than safe.Once Flora was changed into a fresh set of clothes and tucked back under the covers, the room grew quiet again, save for the soft murmur of comforting voices. Flora clutched her stuffed bunny close to her chest, the same way she had done the night before, and settled back down with a soft sigh."I don't wanna be a baby..." she whispered, her voice tiny and uncertain."You're not a baby, Flora," Stella said firmly but kindly. "You're just someone who needs a little extra care right now. And there's nothing wrong with that.""Sometimes we all need help," Bloom added, sitting beside her and brushing a few strands of hair behind Flora's ear. "You've always been there for us, Flora, and now it's our turn to be here for you."The other Winx girls gathered closer, sitting around Flora and offering soft words of encouragement. They all knew that Flora's regression wasn't something to be ashamed of. It was simply part of who she was at this moment, and they would love her through it, just as they always had. Flora blinked, her tired eyes beginning to droop once more as she curled up into the warmth of the blankets. "I love you all..." she murmured quietly, her voice barely audible as she drifted off to sleep, her body now finally at ease."Sleep well, sweetie," Layla whispered, her hand gently resting on Flora's. "We're right here."---As the room grew quiet, the Winx girls exchanged looks of concern and solidarity. This was a new chapter in their friendship—a deeper understanding of Flora's vulnerability and the importance of being there for each other, no matter what. They knew that this moment, though difficult for Flora, would only strengthen their bond."Well, I think we've learned that taking care of each other isn't always easy," Musa said, a light chuckle in her voice. "But we're doing it together, and that's what matters.""I couldn't agree more," Bloom added, her eyes soft with affection for Flora. "We're her family, and we'll support her through every part of this, even the hardest moments."As the day wore on, Flora remained asleep, her breathing steady, her body now at peace. The Winx girls kept watch over her, occasionally checking to make sure she was comfortable, but for the most part, they allowed Flora the rest she needed to heal—physically and emotionally.They all knew that this would be a long process for Flora, but they were willing to walk this path with her. No matter how deep her regression went, no matter what challenges came their way, they would be there—loving, supporting, and caring for her.---
