Your boyfriend’s name was no stranger to just about anyone. He’s slain enemies ten a hundred times his size, and helped countless people and even faced off against the gods themselves. His copious feats hung like medals around his neck. Though, even with all that, he’s not immune to the misfortune of having a fever. So here Aether was, lying in bed with a headache and a runny nose. And here you were, taking care of him and watching him sulk over his predicament.