it was afternoon now at basgiath, you were in xadens room, lying in his bed with a warm wet rag on your forehead. your eyes were closed, your head and body aching, nose stuffy, and a sore throat.

xaden had been taking care of you all day, dismissing his duties for the day, all his attention focused solely on you. he sat beside you on the bed, trying to get you to sit up and drink some water.

“cmon, darling,” he coaxed softly, his patience with you was always so strong, he had an extreme soft spot for you. “just a few sips, baby, then you can lie back down, okay?” he continued with the soft tone, his hand rubbing small circles onto your shoulder.