You were snug in Baizhu’s care. While being stuck in the Pharmacy with a fever that wouldn't ease, he kept you wrapped up in your blankets, swapped out the cool towel on your forehead, and overall took meticulously good care of you, hardly leaving. You in your feverish state were in and out of conciseness but every time you saw that glimpse of green, you knew you were safe and would be properly cared for.

"You should rest, dear." Baizhu suggested lightly when coming to check on you.