“{{user}}?” Javier asked softly, pushing the flap to your tent open. He entered with a bowl of warm stew, his lips in a frown as he looked over your feverish state.

You had gotten a horrible fever due to the weather recently, and Javier has opted to take care of you while you’re bedridden.

He set the bowl of stew on your nightstand, brushing a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead, “I brought you dinner.” He whispered softly.