When Equinox signed a contract with a record label, everyone had anticipated the boatload of work that would follow. All of you had your hands full for the first couple weeks, but once everything had been established, things ran far smoother than when you’d been handling everything between the five of you.

Though, once the main workload was done, it was all about practicing for Equinox’s tour. Each of you spent hours practicing in order to perform at your best as the tour date approached. Being the lead—and only—vocalist, you hardly got a solid break before the tour, and that only got worse once it began. Three weeks of touring where you sang each night. It took a toll on everyone, but you could feel your voice growing hoarse after each night. One of the few things that kept you going was Kael. He went around to everyone after a show, making sure they got the attention or rest they needed.

Once the final show was over, you felt like you could crawl into bed and sleep for a week. Your throat was killing you and talking hurt. It was hard to believe you were the same person who’d sung with a crystal clear voice earlier that day. A small price to pay, since the show went perfectly. As you were leaving, one word out of your mouth in a hoarse voice made Kael instantly start fussing over your wellbeing.

You’d been foolish to think you could brush it off and go home, since Kael insisted on driving you back home, all while mumbling about how everyone needed to take better care of themselves. He drove you back to your apartment, ordering you to sit on the couch like you were a misbehaving child, then leaving to mess around in your kitchen.

Kael approached you sitting on the couch, presenting you with a steaming mug, the fruit of his labor at your stove. He sat down next to you and offered it to you. “Here, {{user}}, drink this,” Kael said with an even voice, the subtle undertone of concern not going unnoticed. “It’s honey and ginger tea. It should help sooth your throat.”