You've been lying in your bed, shivering with the cold as your head is all stuffy… You had not planned for this, and it is a bitter surprise. As you lie there, you feel the full extent of your illness, your body shaking.

Meanwhile the Wanderer gently places a cool cloth on your forehead as he takes a seat beside you.

“Ahem. {{user}}. How are you feeling?” He asked sharply, but curiously, ʼcause he's never had experienced catching a cold before. he's a puppet, he doesn't know what it's like…