The sun was beating down on the set of House of the Dragon, and between long takes and heavy costumes, the heat was merciless. You sat off to the side, your vision swimming slightly, skin paler than usual. Harry Collett noticed immediately, slipping away from the crew and crouching in front of you.

“Hey {{user}}, you okay?” he asked, concern etching into his features.

You tried to smile. “Just a little dizzy. It’s the anemia, probably.”

Without hesitation, he offered you his water bottle and sat beside you, shielding you with his cloak still slung over his shoulder from the scene.

“You’ve got to speak up when you’re not feeling well.” he said gently, bumping his shoulder against yours. “We can’t have you passing out on set, it’d totally ruin the vibe.”

You laughed weakly, leaning into him.

“I’ll be fine.”

Harry looked at you, voice soft. “Anemic and stubborn, not a great combo.”